Guillotine lyrics

[Verse 1: CP97]
O.g bong killa i ain't got much to say
Blue sky red eyes blunt ash in my tray
Billy rippin all day ran out sus a blaze
Stay stoney two devils my shoulders
Ain't lonely i hate all the moaning
Fat thimble i'm zoning if only the bro would text back
This sh*t a trap
Whenever i stop all i do is relapse
Straight facts motherf*cker what you know?
See me mong as f*ck moving very slow
Knifes on the stove
Beug stained on my clothes hoe spilled it
Straight then i distilled it
Thinking you critic but roll in a civic
The lorry on limit (Delorean limit?)
No time for the gimmicks addicted admit it so what?
Have a rough cone then the stems probably blocked
Pull up the road then we see a cop stop
Put the dope in my socks ain't about to do time
Lucky we ain't done the lines
Got away with a fine coz the cop was a good c*nt
Should hunt for the green i got no more left
Smoking till death coz of all of the stress
If you have a mull pad then expect all the mess
When we mong its unkept
I avoid the drug test at all costs
Ain't f*cking with me thats your loss
[Verse 2: $crim]
$licky ridin' on that chrome
Poppin' methadone
20 b*tches in my home
f*ck a drug free zone
Stuntin' in the parking lot
Flexin' on these hoes
Got my Nikes out the window
Blowin' on a couple O's
Baby bottles by the thousand
Goons in public housing
Knuckin' and buckin'
I'm c*ckin' and poppin'
Bodies stay droppin'
And bullets keep shottin'
Got a bag with the dope
Gone up in my veins
$uicide out they mind
Don't make me make a stain hoe

[Verse 3: Ruby da Cherry]
Bullhorns on my f*cking forehead
Lil b*tch call me Mutt 'cause I'm half foreign
Beat you to a pulp like a f*cking orange
Smoking on sour like a f*cking warhead
Hoes wanna talk
b*tch I ignore them
Water in my cup b*tch I'm always pourin'
Pill slide down my throat
Now I'm f*cking snorin'
Meet me in your city b*tch i'm f*cking tourin'
Bullhorns on my head like a f*cking Taurus
Smoking too much pine smoke the f*cking forest
Smoking too much pine there goes my f*cking fortune
Ice on my wrist lookin' f*cking gorgeous
From slicin' the slit
Yeah I'm f*cking morbid
Pockets never fat
Don't need a corset
Hole in my head call a f*cking florist
Sing me a hymn like a f*cking chorus