Cirque du Soleil

One of the few dogs that pulled through the Mike Vick fia

Yo my fault man, my fault

One of the few dogs that pulled through the Mike Vick fiasco

Heart of a lion with the strength, straight outta Glasgow

Pudzianowski, known to let the guns loose

Everybody smoking cigarettes in jump suits

Kosovo to the basement of your building

Terrible dentistry, gold in every filling

Cut 'em a deal bet they let you bring the crills in

No English, kill mad kitchen knives concealed in

The staircase is where we earn the degree

The lawsuits on the fine flesh feeding the fiend

Light Caesar-covered skull

Eyes are like the ocean blue

Stay fly, rock Elvis, that's emotional

Nice shirt, crazy hat, mean jacket

Orange drugs if you're reppin' for the team clappin'

With the capillaries, big gun, Tackleberry

Tell the preacher at the chapel get the casket ready

Two seven's hit the third one on the river

Chicken liver dinner have your Jewish mother sitting shiva

'Cause the kid was a putz

Hit the clutch, spin the tires 'til they smoke disappear into the dust, uh

Dive in the muff break the pussy like an Asian cookie

You the type to shave your face to make your anus bushy

Tie a knot in your shirt right by your stomach

You make me wanna vomit, steady getting blunted

The diesel sweet and sour, the blunt vanilla

Twist it to perfection, gentle hands, still a guerrilla

I'm at the villa, '97 D'elegance

The Pelican Brief, you rapping with irrelevance

Hard to kill, call me Mason Storm

Your basic elevate my skills to the type of shit that Gracie's on

Omaplata, guard your nose, Haloti Ngata

Total knocker, seldom sipping Stoli Vodka

Making maneuvers for myself out on a late night

The year been great right? Trying to get the plate right

'Cause I'm a hunter like a great white

And a performer, never stage fright

I'm outta Flushing, Queens

Shoot your gun if you love the smell of money

Love the taste of good weed, vintage in your tummy

Love a bitch with good puss diggin' in her bunny

Peace to gettin' money, peace to gettin' money

Yeah, Flushing, Queens, outdoorsmen shit

Yeah, Action Statik Selektah shit

Kill yourself now

• Artist:Statik Selektah