December’s Hell lyrics

[Intro]
(It’s real dark in here now)
Brain’s leaking
Hella roomy motherf*cker

[Verse 1]
Sex on the beach next to a freak
Just lamping in the Hamptons, never camping for sneaks
Swift as sh*t Reggie Miller with the quick release
Any and every n*gga with me is a G
This is December’s hell
When it’s cold outside I ride, glide
Slide to your momma’s warm apple pie
Mmm that’s a metaphor for pus*y
Like a pair of metal doors mother f*ckers you can’t push me
Vaginal rappers be looking for the strokes
Catch me outside toting a [?]
Smoking your grove hoping you croak
While you in the studio spitting that sh*t that you wrote
I just spoke to Sean Price and said “body this”
Sneaker game hurt more than a karate kick to the face have you slobbering
sh*t took me a while but now I got it
Use my wrist to cook up now that’s an option b*tch

[Verse 2]
Big Ghost with the skinny old fart
Slid [?] on Noah’s Ark
I’m ready to spark
Relax Jack, I crack backs
Send it up with super tough ass rappers with back smacks
I’m way past facts n*gga I craft math
Sketched in a stone world wide
Took a ride and now I’m back
To take what’s rightfully mine, goodnight my shine
n*ggas be writing in line, biting and dying
Shoutout to current events
The rap game’s sweet, everybody’s album’s weak
Stop shopping in boutiques
They don’t support [?]
And their f*cking workers [?] goofies
I beat their f*cking face in and put blood on their new sneaks
Fold your body like you’re folding them clothes
n*ggas know you won’t be getting no hoes
You and your n*gga wear a bulletproof vest I guess that’s [?]
[Bridge]
Imma be one of the coldest n*gga out here
f*ck them n*ggas man
Them n*ggas nt even
f*ck them n*ggas man

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
One thing that we represent is the same rule and tradition
Nobody gonna spit sh*t that ain’t come out of their own pen
Imma be honest with you man
There’s some dudes right now [?] that are looked at as some
Of the most incredible artists
And it’s mind blowing to me
Because they got a team of unknown celebrities penning their verses
(Wow)
And they picking and choosing the best bars
From these n*ggas verse to compile into one verse
(That bothers my soul)
It f*cks with me so much
(It bothers me because-)
It f*cks with me so much
Only because, only because
You know again we was bred not to air dirty laundry
But Imma be honest with you Imma have to have a conversation
With the individual
Deep than that I just got a problem with when n*ggas collect their accolades
And run around talking and advocating something
And taking credit and claiming the divine
For sh*t they didn’t have nothing to do with