Magic! - I.K.P., Swanny River

My first luxury car would be a Porsh-ah!

To drive by every shady whore snatching tracks like her name was Ken-Yah!

But no free rides, or meal tickets

No free rides, or meal tickets

Guess I really am ignorant

Guess I’ll have to ignore your rants, ok?

But, no free rides, or meal tickets

No free rides, or meal tickets

You was hoping

You would get chosen

But we was hoping

You put on lotion

Look like a slow pimp, with no slogan

A monkey, and a token

Cuz they don’t fuck with you

You just a colored dude

With a wig on, and ugly fucking shoes

Looking remedial

What’s the fucking use?

Hog spit and hog-tie me

Going HAM, but I’m cutting loose

Crown Vicky sideways on vogues (MAGIC!!)

Watch the inches disappear inside the throat (MAGIC!!)

My first luxury car would be a Porsh-ah!

To drive by every shady whore snatching tracks like her name was Ken-Yah!

But no free rides, or meal tickets

No free rides, or meal tickets

Guess I really am ignorant

Guess I’ll have to ignore your rants, hoe!

But, no free rides, or meal tickets

No free rides, or meal tickets

Scrappin with these niggas

Ain’t no lifetime peace

Set a hoe straight one time;

get the DDT

Y’all know I’m living for the Lort

My peace be still

Uncle got the diamond-studded piece of steal

Pray Jesus heal

Prez don’t get no blood on his hands

The suit too clean

I am so ordained;

you smelling like you ain’t home-trained

Get ya sweaty mitts ‘way from the chrome-plated bish

Paying tabs, credit so legit, act like you know the biss

Crown Vicky sideways on vogues (MAGIC!!)

Watch the inches disappear inside the throat (MAGIC!!)

Big tings a gwan

Wanti-Wanti can’t get it

Am I doing too much or you ain’t doing enough

(Holla at a scholaaaaar!)

Getti-getti nah wanti

You ain’t a clone;

you’re a dull drone from the doldrums

Surreptitious;

yo I’m vicious

Why would you insist on envisioning me in any other position?

Ever since I enlisted, never been timid

Rippin shit as if it was a petition

To diminish my assembly of wickedness

Cannibalistic misfit

If you pitch me into the pits, I’ll be rippin

Skins like when Michael Vick played Hunger Games with his pits

I can’t conclude which new fag get the noose gag

Could it be the douchebag with the Beats headphones-

Or the cruising youth with the rude act?

I don’t really want it with them boys

Where the fuck are their mentors?

They the type with rosebuds, but close up, they really hemorrhoids

You was busy discriminating while my words are reverberating

Clip a finger with a cigar cutter, fry it in the cast iron;

serve a hater

Game is easy but he go hard

I pick the pen up, you get wrote off

I done told yall don’t hold off

Shake ya load off, get ya soul tossed

Take Zoloft;

you sound depressed

Better yet, lemme take ya breath

Symbicort may save you dudes

When I disrobe, you get the naked truth

You say you going hard but I got maaad doubts

Cuz yo assss out all in that baaaath house

Soak you like the Atlantic with my blaaaack spout

All in that baaaad mouth

Till you gaaaaag out

Crown Vicky sideways on vogues (MAGIC!!)

Watch the inches disappear inside the throat (MAGIC!!)