Gas Factory

Lyrics for Gas Factory

So he thought that maybe he hadn't heard what he heard Maybe he was too wet, too cold, too tired And he was beginning to hear things because he knew (because he knew) (That back in the water) this one was even bigger Let me gas up this old man Propane, urogaine, a slow flame Red top and orange, and more range It's cocaine to blow brains It's code names, quick fry your lo mein' Duck sauce, no change, no sense All this dirty money, need a cold rinse A cold bitch to keep the coast clear Like the soap mix, I only give them dope shit You notice, it's like I had to nail it to the front door And right as they opened it, this is the eviction We flippin' houses like we revisited Rampage and remixed it As soon as we hit it, demolished everything Your OGs trippin' Don't be a hero to all these vendors Pluck every tooth until your teeth's missin' You pillow-fisted, beat you with 20 dollars and pennies Inside a pillowcase until your facial features is different Have you leaking city, thinking bleak and tripping From these sequences, flashing clips You ain't even really seeing existence You will need assistance We way too far ahead in the distance To do some legal business Mike Jack's move criminal The genius that we living found Back to that gutter water we giving now Sit him down (no) Here comes the pitch Shatter the bat when I swing it, turn into wood slivers Rearrange the features of your face until you look different Give you salmonella, serve you a raw piece of uncooked chicken Reel the money like salmon up to the boat I caught on the hook fishin' Dunk 'em in holy waters, give 'em a good christen Chop his ears like Van Gogh, if he could he would listen Engine exposed and the hood's missing I'm in the parking lot doing donuts in a Durango Blowing mango, go rogue in a Kango covered in panko My skin's encrusted with peppercorn, perform better when the pressure's on Broke the switch to slow down, lever's gone Big bully foot, I got the steppers on Take ten paces and turn around with a weapon drawn Took a pot of gold from a leprechaun I'm jugging and juxtaposing Making the bank stop Busting through the tank top with the muscles bulging I'm rocking out a space jacket, your favorite rap is a wastebasket Money and women, two things I never chased after I draw a line, you try to cross it and got a race after Hey yo, styling rhythm on your algorithm Uncle Adam told me to get him Spit the razor out, grab his scalp and rip him Fuck who the best style, he's just another victim I beat him like a stepchild and choke him to submission All over the globe I've been shittin' from Brooklyn to Britain' Left a trail of corpses who thought there was competition Please believe we're not in the same league, I'm way beyond your vision Finesse the magic wand right out the palm of the magician This Drew Drew different, got few screws missin' Don't give a fuck who's who, get your head chopped for the chicken When I rhyme it's Demon time but the new shoe's Christian I stomp you like Kirk Franklin, fool, who you kickin'? It's grown man shit, the plan for bands was written in Sanskrit Too much to understand and fam, expand your bandwidth Got bullets for bums on some Ku Klux Klan shit Get knocked off a blue bucks, aim and bucket your dandruff I splash like Basquiat in front of the canvas Flippin' off cameras in a whip bumpin' broken language Gang shit Fuck outta here Wake your ass up, goddamit Hey, hey, wake up, man Man, I said wake your broke ass up Wake up Ain't nobody coming to save you out here Look at you, look at you You so high, you can't even see what's really going on out here Wake up Money don't love nobody sleeping