954mari - ESCOVITCH

〈verse 1: 954mari〉
I stay grinding where my section is, and stay away from the rest of it
'cause niggas more fishy than steamy plates of the escovitch
Pesty in this pack, and i'm booted up with an extra kick
Rap it and perfected it to the t like a tesla whip
Raise hell with hot shells with mero mero chips
Too stylish, flower tighter than a silenced pair of lips
Demon sneezing like a sinus, we a violent pair of jits
Shit's wilding, fits flying, tell me if you got the blick

〈verse 2: ham sandwich〉
See my click pop up like ad skipping
You talking tough, sending rounds over the net like badminton
You spider-man with thе web shooters
If i spied a man, in high dеmand we running miles just to see how strong his morale is
Multiversal the movement, these multiverses i move in
Can multiply into dollar signs, i could fly to the moon with
These multiplied personalities, day and night 'cause i been sick in the mental
It's some like stanley on my odyssey, the gang assemble
〈verse 3: 954mari〉
Pokémon jenny - she too pretty for a city cop
X around the desk 'cause if she present, then you really caught
I get paid for really, you look silly with that steamy guap
Posted with the semi like a trucker on a city block
Been spreaded with the bread like avocado coated loafs
This music ring is full of demons, so you need to know the ropes
Going through some wild shit, like what leave your colon broke
Shit won't kill you, but it probably leave you close to comatose

〈verse 4: ty wild〉
Comatose, i sleep you posers when i tote the fourty four
Rolling dro up in the spliff, and so they know i'm for the smoke
Roll with so much fucking drip, you'd think the homie overflowed
So and so been talking shit, i'm reaping what they sow and grow
I grow and so, i beat the reaper up, moms told me worry 'bout
What matters, but i never been great at wanting what i need enough
Kuwabara - the beam, now they urahara - need reconstruction
Fuck your party full up with shots, and i leave the function, bitch

〈verse 5: 954mari〉
Leave the function, proceed to bump, while the beat was thumping
Scene smelling like broken dreams, fiends, and weed consumption
Throw up the wrong shit, splatter your tee like queasy stomach
Scene could stretch him demons lunging, told that boy don't breathe for nothing
Blessed with obsession, i'm cut different like asking
Grown blood flowing through my veins, so i'mma step up
Talking like inumaki - had to put my chest in it
I make it if i make it i just know i get my best in it