Pyramid Quince - Criminal lyrics

[Verse 1: Slug Christ] You chimp depressed Off yourself Got banana clips I'll help you out If you ain't f**ed Then pop yourself Gotta thousand caps Shove 'em in you mouth I be off the molly Ain't even at a party I be with the leaches rapin' Jesus in Versace Probly off the poppies Damn b**h this b**h throbbin' That dope dick in you mouth Yeah, yeah chicken head be bobbin' okay [Verse 2: Lord Narf] Now everybody gettin' on my mothaf**in' nerves I'm just rollin' and rollin' and pa**in' the purp And I'm realy just lazy as f** so I give that b**h one time b**h only get one time Must be out her damn mind Cuz I'm on the damn bean And I'm lookin' clean With you man on the scene, scene And we smokin' that green, green Peace to the people that hate me But you can burn in hell if you ain't me An I'm swervin' on 'em Thay lame be Use a drip drop whip from the 80's And I'm bored as f** so entertain me An I tell 'em go and they go And I tell 'em no so it's no Cuz I am a criminal [Verse 3: Pyramid Quince] Pyramid Quince off in this b**h Puttin' on for the afterlife Nephew chillin' with Uncle Slim and Anti-Christ On my jawn now my sack is right Rap my ballseat black and white She been choosin' all night long and say the way I rap is tight With no fresh cut still I step up trynna fill her gap tonight Rollin', rollin', rollin' n***as stonin', stonin', stonin' Smokin' 'til the mornin' then back to the after life [Verse 4: Slug Christ] We don't sell molly anymore So I fill the cup up with mud Putt another cup under it Now I gotta double cup, ok Pull up in somebodies whip Pa**in' me somebody's spliff Checkin' my paypal balance Damn I f**ed up my check you! Where the f** is fat Tell him gimme all my racks Up my damn allowance Dad I need it in advanced Young Slugga I cook with a lotta bu*ter Paula Deen money yeah that's my mother Shout out Anita my mother love me Shout out my rap money bunky oh! [Verse 5: Lord Narf] ? [Verse 6: ? [Verse 7: Pyramide Quince]