White and Red - Ginger Deadman

Yuh yuh

Yuh

On my way to make this grain

White and red paint, I’m a candy cane

Stuck in my brain, I can feel it pressing

On my way to make this grain

White and red, candy cane

Stuck in my brain, I can feel it pressing

I’m a whole hearted stress head meth head

Wet dog smell cover up the ched back stock

Fuck, cunt, covering and dugging up

Fucking up the whole lot

Seconds got her, stole a lot of stocks so we deadshot

When them blessings is in session, care to mention how I’m dressing?

For blessings don’t you know it’s head to toe with the colour coding

Floating higher than all these bitches sitting on their cloud of riches

Fidgeting, almost Coasterly

One of them was bad company so I fucked it off

What the fuck man fucked it off

That what I come with when I fill in with that red hot dread

Yeah the red hot ched, that what they call me

Yeah yeah yeah, when they owe me all that shit

Living or winning for way too long

So I gotta go and write it off and go and donkey kong

Pound my chest at the top of the building

That’s Godzilla coming in like King Kong, It’s a villain, huh

Hot mess

Nothing left to confess

Stacking up my conquests

Ain’t be no parliament

Iron to your chest

Unless this mess the best I get

I got mess, In my fortress

Steamin’ up my water torture rig

Come and put fixed up licks in light pink

Clubfooot elephantitis on my dick

Throwing shit at the wall, see what shit sticks

See that pussy dehydrated and I’m pulling up my sticks

Eyes drying up in this desert of pussy

I wipe cups full of cum from the umbrella above me

Nose runny from that soul-searching-nose-ring-wearing-pornstar-wanna-be-bitch

Calling me on my shit in the middle of the night-all

Swigging on my Nytol, Might pull a night-all

Flicking on that bean like I’m putting that big light on

Eight bars later now I’m passing off that mic-on

That’s what I’m referencing

All that shit

All this shit

Yeezus is a blessing

On my old school TV

It’s overrated and it’s over fuckin’ three years older than me

How many TV screens in my - Front room

There’s way too many to consume all at once

But if you get ‘em going at once

We’ve got 5 setup right just here

And a laptop screen, phones and all of them mirrors

All them mirrors make you all like double triple

Yeah, Yeah, Give me that double dribble

Yeah she bounce it all around between my legs

Yeah, yeah, smoking all of my cheds

I wish I never fucking got it, I’m- nah

Aye it’s too late no-one fuckin’ stopped it nah nah

Yeah, who, what the fuck is all this bitch shame

I said I’m sick of spraying

I just do my own thing.