Westside Gunn & MF Doom – 2Stings

Ayo

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Fuck her raw, got my wrist right
Self-snitching rappers who’s lines is pure pork rinds
Brick white Patek [?] put the reggie one ice, nice
"Thanks", don’t mention
Word to [?]
[Verse 1: DOOM]
[Intro: DOOM]
Out the Carrera shooting two Uzi’s on some movie shit
Met my plug twice, but I get them shits every time
With one time I’m getting four more
It’s after midnight, rocking Midnight Studios
Expert in that arena
Sad demeanor, could get him the drop and bag cleaner
Black beamer
He only copped [?]
Copped me a new MAC
Cheddar grab easy
Pleasure’s all mine, ain’t mad at y’all
Price on your baby mama head, no lice, Christ
Keep your mind on your mask, kid
Who he hit?
A nigga bagged the whole Ramadan
Clear advantage like playing paddle ball on adderall
I’m in my cell eating seafood
Be brief, that is all
Villain the hydrochloric acid, splashed it
Rubbing shoulders of pigs who don’t fly straight
Met Gala, I rock a heavy shine
Nosy agent sniffing around, pay attention
Chuck T on the Gucci knit
You’d rather have butterflies and [?] locked up
Just ate, causing indigestion
Will soon regurgitate, into profits, no question

You read the grass was greener
Thirty days, Worthy praise
New York style wild
Ten stripes on a basket
Pistol whipped the nigga, left his whole head twisted
Pull the Nine, reached then he blasted, POW
If they kick down the door, hit the fire escape, wait
You done heard dope before
Holler for my classics, it’s drastic
One, one, two, two, two
Mind’s gone collecting Hebrews
You can take that to the bank
Aight, one more rhyme
Puffin’ Pasadena
Big [?] on the Hermes, this is
But this that new batch
It’s only entertainment though, when thought out completely
With the sleep-late, got a early grave on me
I ate, she gyrate
He fucked with the mosque up
Bitch, this the finest grape, life is great
Master schemer