Cedric Benson lyrics

[Chorus]
Tight like tension, Cedric Benson
Got a mask and a sword like I'm fencin'
I just made twenty bands in your trenches (Yeah, yeah)
Dope and the Xans, that be f*ckin' up they senses (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I be on some sin sh*t (Yeah), I don't repent sh*t (Stupid)
Wanna get high, we gon' see how far a pitch get (Pitch)
f*ckin with my whole di*k, she throw a whole fit
A thousand O's, b*tch, I don't need no b*tch

[Verse 1]
New dope in, smelling like a whole fish (Whole fish)
New F&N, he about to throw sh*t (Baow)
I got two b*tches likе it's Hocus Pocus
Ooh, yeah, still trying to focus
The way she suck it, it look likе she smoke it
I'm in her bum like the coke on they noses
Tragic, Hiroshima her femur
I'm hitting b*tches like all they names Tina
I f*ck a b*tch with a bone like femur
I give a b*tch a codeine like the cleaner
I just parlay and I'm back like a teaser
AR's on me like Green Bay, the cheesers
Rule number one, I'm a leader
I get the black and white just like a lemur
I'm selling clean, but it's hot like a steamer
I put my team on your thot, she a teamer (Yeah)
I give her give and go like a [?][0:56] roll, I do a hitch and go like a receiver (Yeah)
She get her dental up like I'm a dentist
Nibble on di*k, my lil' baby the teether
I took the top off like teaser
I keep a log like The Angry Beavers (Can't be serious)
[Chorus]
Tight like tension, Cedric Benson (Can't be serious)
Got a mask and a sword like I'm fencin' (Yeah)
I just made twenty bands in your trenches (Can't be serious)
Dope and the Xans, that be f*ckin' up they senses (Yeah, yeah)
I be on some sin sh*t, I don't repent sh*t
Wanna get high, we gon' see how far a pitch get (Yeah, yeah)
f*ckin with my whole di*k, she throw a whole fit (Yeah, yeah)
A thousand O's, b*tch, I don't need no b*tch

[Verse 2]
One thousand in (Thousand in), that's a truckload, b*tch (Thousand in)
This shoot, whatever you do, trap open (Whatever you, ugh)
Everybody copin'
Coke like, coke like, coke like copious
All white coats, Saint Nick, like Christmas (Yeah, yeah)
I would never kiss a bad b*tch like Tristan (I would never)
Never had a been had, has been
Coupe the color Aspirin
Grease just like Athens
Know I'm on the b*tch just like Clay, just like Cassius (Yeah, yeah)
Know I told the b*tch, "You can't stay, get your ass"
Know I told my chef, "It's fillet on my bass"
When I'm in Miami [?][1:52], I stay with the flag (On the gang)
When I'm in L.A., it's 200 on the dash (In L.A.)
Fettuccine bags, oh, yeah, straight gas
If you don't pay, then parlay on your ass
Yeah Rocawear, ooh, we don't never stare
It's a lot of bad b*tches over here, lotta girl
Oh my God, switchin' ass, ooh, yeah, musical chairs (Oh my God)
Oh my God, bus pass, ooh, this sh*t just ain't fair (Oh my, oh my God)
I got molly, I got glass, make my trap look like Claire's (I got molly)
Eat at Follies, I bust ass, I get green like a pear (Eat at, eat at Follies)
[Chorus]
Tight like tension, Cedric Benson (Yeah, yeah)
Got a mask and a sword like I'm fencin' (Can't be serious)
I just made twenty bands in your trenches (Can't be f*cking serious)
Dope and the Xans, that be f*ckin' up they senses (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I be on some sin sh*t, I don't repent sh*t (Can't be serious)
Wanna get high, we gon' see how far a pitch get (Ah, ah)
f*ckin with my whole di*k (Ah), she throw a whole fit (Ha-ha)
A thousand O's, b*tch (Ha-ha), I don't need no b*tch (Ha-ha)

[Outro]
(I'm Working on Dying)