Better Things - Gangrene

We got this drunk dude in the middle of the street

(He just told me, he just told me)

He said he was gonna shit on us

Oh my god, look at him

Don’t need that shit

I look like I need that?

Now look what this cheddar brings

Custom everything, swerve in everybody’s lane

I pull up to the curve then beef with 'em like Clubber Lang

Then throw their chick in some nuts like P.F.

Changs

I call that special the Kung Pao

The magnum come loud then kick in the mouth, the Kung Lao

But somehow someway

I keep coming up with more ways to earn them dollar bucks

Monster trucks, crushing you fuckers

Big wheeling, four by four

Hauling a two by four, that’s Jim Duggan

Wa — (ohhhh)

Waving the black flag, fuck it

I break down them roaches as if they tree nuggets

It smell shitty, don’t it?

It’s just a repellent for all opponents

And you can bet your whole city on it

Pass the keys and the deeds, nigga we moving in 'em

Switching the locks on your door, welcome your newest tenants

You can bet I got better things to do than that

Look what the kitty drug inside of his mouth

A dirty rat stuck in the city thuggin'

Cable box at an angle to keep the shitty plug in

Dickie suit with the pocket to keep the Griffey gloves in

Up to bat, I swing and knock the meat up out your pumpkin

It’s expected for me to come more rugged than bum skin

With the calluses, I’ll smoke the paralysis

Hold a mallah stick and bang my intention was malicious

(Fuck her right in the pussy)

That’s what the challenge is

Like GG Allen is flier than fake suede New Balances

Machine gun the label, they fail to pay up the balances

Heavy caliber, still taking things out the ovens like Mary Calendar

Professors compare me to Jerry Salinger

Many habits from the Hills, like Lenny Kravitz

Equalize the dope, throw the compressor on the lettuce baggage

Like the loud pack is too loud

It down and shit, word)