Jarren Benton, Chris Rivers, POUNDS — Aluminum Bat

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The fuck these niggas talking about, man?
I ain’t paying attention to none of the shit these niggas be talking about, man!
Where the fuck my squad at? fuck it!
Fuck all that shit that you talk, i’m as sick as my thoughts

I’m from Atlanta, i never was a fan of the hawks
You can find me spitting game at your bitch
Better aim and then spit
I paint the sky with the brains of a snitch
Put your remains in the ditch
I’m getting brains in the six

Reclining the seat and she gon’ lick the veins in my dick
The same faggots that dap you up, be the ones that clap you up
Thank god we made it through days darker then Daffy duck
Funny how niggas rally when cops kill em’, but when black on black violence is
through the ceiling niggas is chilling

I’m passing on that groupie pussy, let my brodie’s have it
I’m out in Manhattan tryna’ fuck with Zoey Kravitz
Fuck love i ain’t searching for no cinderella
I’m blowing dope that’ll blow my brains in the interstellar
Rappers dressin like they into fellas’

Little ways to the top so i’m rapping like i’m still in the cellar
Lord benton i always been into whoreish’ women
Spilling pinot grigio on my linen in Venice
C.I.A. invented crack with a sinister chemist

Long talks with God til’ my spirit’s replenished
Yeah, i do this for your grandson whose life was taken by a quicker kid behind
a hand gun
Y’all ain’t fucking with Mr. Benton, that’s ludacris

Slice open my wrist and pull out the devil’s computer chip
Bitch, y’all bitch ass niggas sleepin on the goddamn god like Sealy’s
posturepedic mattress, nigga. look here man fuck this shit im done rapping, man,
aye pounds get at these niggas let’s wake em’ up!

Hard to stay clean with both hands in the business
Bitches think you balling with four grand in the district
Toe tag in an instant, so animalistic, throw hands in them fishes
You throw bands at them bitches
I’m lucky left in the brougham with the dishes whores chug slugs like coke cans
and a biscuit

I’m smoking lethal knocking the best of seagull
Fuck the block push profit of packerino
Uhh, i put beam to heads aim, screaming lets bang
Through your green and red frames, yeah 125 like a portion of fifth

I’m just gon’ throw my fork in the ditch, shit corpse in the lift
Uhh! Now pussy, why you lying on your songs
Bet you stop her when i bop her, [put that iron on you lung
Hammer the way, then it has a graphic display, fashion a cake
See you boys is cashing the way, on loud but open bad cats in the shay

Hygien controls, madame strap pat in the b’
I’m still alive, further than they ever thought
Consensual fire and watch you beg for water
Y’all niggas way too fucking sensitive, y’all some bitch ass niggas,
we bringing that hardcore shit back, it’s that aluminum bat to your fucking
skull, shit. Ey Chris get these fuck niggas!

Chris the shit, Young Feces that’s my alias
Lord of rap, the jaws’ll crack i ram a nazi atheist
Make believe is with my radience, my radius is here to aliens
Fuck a top 10 i’m top 9 like Ms. Radius
Fuck a bitch and save the world, the rest is miscellaneous
Pull out on a stack, don’t even know what a baby is

Was born a grown man, force my thoughts to homelands
Had to hold it with both hands, cuz’ i never had a baby dick
What’s crazy is, they trapped us in the system, every premonition,
vision beat the pick, the nicest victims

Pray for knowledge, pay for college, pay for coffe is for our children that
hold their father’s leave like hoodbitches dating pilgrims
Nigga listen, i’m the truth never had to miss a tooth, the gap is disembolic,
from the diss is struck from me to you

Rappers scared to say my name like beetlejuice, shocking like they seeing Zeus
I know they pray that change is coming but it took the scenic route,
it’s got it’s rivers