Not Much To Look At

Not Much To Look At Live from the sewer to the gutter DIRTYNASTY$UICIDE be the mold on the bread like butter From that triple dollar sign Grey blade cause a leak from all up under I'm Papa Pine and my stain is on fleek, motherfuc*** Gotta bust a shot upside my fuc*** head, blunder in thunder Got a hunna' on the self-sustaining gunner, one bun up in da' oven Got a bitch switching the covers, I'ma duck her Pull down the shutters, the number one Stunna (The number you have dialed is not in service at this time) Up late, tweaking lit like hero Hunter ugly motherfoe' With the hold-up hoe, let me hold that throat Run up in ya' motherfucking pad full of dope Hall for the lords, am I liking it right? No way too flame for me, it's your faithful Shade what I face and now, look at my feet when I shit you bitch I'm ready for whatever, kill me now don't kill me later Bitch, I'm solid rocking diamonds That yo' mamma was poorly lacking I'm the fuc*** captain now, tossed a couple of bodies overboard I'm the tackle overlord, hoe (The number you have dialed is not in service at this time) Empty bottles on my table with some residue Been choppin' pills and shootin' boys since I was 22 Heart got colder, I got older Developed a motive Bound for Angola Trapped in NOLA No head on my shoulders Ridin' 'round with a pistol To some, I'm a symbol Stuck in Limbo with my kinfolk Tell death to be gentle Let's just end this life Just end it right One to my temple That when I worship– (We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time)