Good Lobster - Sean Price, Illa Ghee, Royal Flush

I punch a beat walker in his face

My name is Royal Flush a extra gun is on my waist

Both arms look like a nigga caught a case

I can’t go for that like I’m Hall and Oates

Anoint defication

Shut the fuck up nigga, the point exclamation

Hatin', loud mouth rappin

Found out yappin'

Pow, the pound out clappin'

Slap on any man

Spittin' grams

Verbal minivan

Sipping Henny, murder Minnie on your Instagram

Bodyslam rap, aiming for your clap twista

Razor blade rap slice you in your back, rippa

You rap niggas, I clap niggas

I see you with your momma, still slap niggas

You’re all bitches, you’re fake fucks

Talk shit to Flush and get fucked up

My gun’s tucked

Back rippa, the black nigga

Orange box cutter ock suckers and whack niggas

Rap liver, open hand slap, saliva

Out your face, embrace the eight, no survivor

Watch rhythm

Socialize I’m a monster hitman

This a hit I’m putting AIDs inside the solar system

Solar wish, rocking polo so emotionaless

Hold the fifth

Quasimoto this is ogre shit

Shit, I’m in this music, I mastered this

Walk like I’m Aerosmith

In the corner I’m holding grip

This what we gotta get

When it’s rich it’s all rich

I’ll be with your bitch and send her back quick

Better than most

The most high, the veteran dope

Elegant, never delicate, poetical pope

Black president, shit I never did vote

Black devil, clap metal, remember to smoke

Black Metallica

Metal malice massacre

Masochistic

Half sadistic, sick algebra

Gun is high caliber

Calculating sex trips to Cali

Illa fatality

Saudi Arabia

Wish death on your first born

First 48 toss the eight on the Autobahn

Order Sean, but Sean give orders

Kick your bitch down the steps and I guess I abort her

Second born

Take a second than your skin is torn

I ain’t Biggie I ain’t giving niggas warnings

Murder in the morning

Hear a lot of shots when I’m yawning

Body the whole show when I’m performing

It’s cocaine on the speedboat

Catch me in the local clubs you know I got that cheap coke

Hot time, long coat

The gun got a damn scope

Hit you in your damn throat

I’m the mayor let’s all vote

Still here bastard

Clap ratchet, you ball at the wheelchair classic

Chill, you feel real rap shit

Wack shit you spill until the mac spit, bong

Wacka Flocka

Glock in your ankle sock

Hot rock your roster

Illa don’t rap on the beat I blaze soccer

Pop cops, chop of blocks and box boxers

Holla

The niggas that I’m with is 'bout them street collars

And give you the biscuit first like Red Lobster

You’re imposters, with fake drama

I crack your team in half like some good lobster

One more time