Acid dog
Pass it off
On fire like a molotov cracked and spark
I'm not inspired by the new wave
With a new phrase and a hat trick
Trying to get at akidemics
At me back to talk
About wack raps Ima laugh it off
Irrelevant events in basketball
Your two cents doesn't match at all
Nah yo
Lord told me stay out of the hell cage
And tell Satan
Let the haters hate while I'm well paid
Self made
Handing smoke out with no Ls In LA
I'm past debating
I'm masterbating the 12 gauge
While you bastards hating
I'm masquerading a demon
With the mask of satin
I'm dragging you down
I'm in your casket waiting
Hommie, I be, acid
Flame on this beat when I match it
Sipping, on that, last hit
Drink on this lean yall be ratchet
Making, money, rapid
Stretch it like Mr. fantastic
Making, money, rapid
Hommie I think I be acid
Acid dog
Pass it off
On fire like a molotov cracked pause wait
Let me rewind my time peice
Go back and then pass the rock
But my name ain't Tyrese
Oh shit
Luda record this
I got a fortress
Where the first and fourth floor
Is dedicated to torture with torches
I got a mosh pit of bodies...
Often caught in the Audi... Ah
Loft with the Saudis... Ah
That's a name for top down...
Top down all gold Bugatti...
They ask me prior to the rap biz...
What the hell did I do before...
I've been married to the money...
My registry is made to the Gucci store
Hommie, I be, acid
Flame on this beat when I match it
Sipping, on that, last hit
Drink on this lean yall be ratchet
Making, money, rapid
Stretch it like Mr. fantastic
Making, money, rapid
Hommie I think I be acid
Lifes a trip like dmt
Geometrically
How I see
You peep squeaks
In a V 2 seats
Groupies loose
Coochie jumping
Sick with the phlegm kicking out This lugee
Trying to dip to Aruba luie boogee
And all my niggaz sick yeah we got The cooties
Blue kush q.p. blow it down
Crop out all weeds
Yeah
Toke when I breath
Yeah
Stoked when you see
Darkness in me
Heartless leave ppl bothered with Me
To rebellious who the hell is
G to the u.s.
Dont forget the T
This Thorne I be
So I'm always on point
I was dull last night but i Sharpened up
Off this blunt I'm focused
Poaching you vultures
Scorching with sulfur
For cream i got a sweet tooth
For you hosters
Twisted metal when we blow clips
38 Leave ya noseless
Pulling off in a lotus
With ya chick fear and loathing
Cj Thorn3 - Acid (feat. Blade) Lyrics
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English
Acid dog
Pass it off
On fire like a molotov cracked and spark
I'm not inspired by the new wave
With a new phrase and a hat trick
Trying to get at akidemics
At me back to talk
About wack raps Ima laugh it off
Irrelevant events in basketball
Your two cents doesn't match at all
Nah yo
Lord told me stay out of the hell cage
And tell Satan
Let the haters hate while I'm well paid
Self made
Handing smoke out with no Ls In LA
I'm past debating
I'm masterbating the 12 gauge
While you bastards hating
I'm masquerading a demon
With the mask of satin
I'm dragging you down
I'm in your casket waiting
Hommie, I be, acid
Flame on this beat when I match it
Sipping, on that, last hit
Drink on this lean yall be ratchet
Making, money, rapid
Stretch it like Mr. fantastic
Making, money, rapid
Hommie I think I be acid
Acid dog
Pass it off
On fire like a molotov cracked pause wait
Let me rewind my time peice
Go back and then pass the rock
But my name ain't Tyrese
Oh shit
Luda record this
I got a fortress
Where the first and fourth floor
Is dedicated to torture with torches
I got a mosh pit of bodies...
Often caught in the Audi... Ah
Loft with the Saudis... Ah
That's a name for top down...
Top down all gold Bugatti...
They ask me prior to the rap biz...
What the hell did I do before...
I've been married to the money...
My registry is made to the Gucci store
Hommie, I be, acid
Flame on this beat when I match it
Sipping, on that, last hit
Drink on this lean yall be ratchet
Making, money, rapid
Stretch it like Mr. fantastic
Making, money, rapid
Hommie I think I be acid
Lifes a trip like dmt
Geometrically
How I see
You peep squeaks
In a V 2 seats
Groupies loose
Coochie jumping
Sick with the phlegm kicking out This lugee
Trying to dip to Aruba luie boogee
And all my niggaz sick yeah we got The cooties
Blue kush q.p. blow it down
Crop out all weeds
Yeah
Toke when I breath
Yeah
Stoked when you see
Darkness in me
Heartless leave ppl bothered with Me
To rebellious who the hell is
G to the u.s.
Dont forget the T
This Thorne I be
So I'm always on point
I was dull last night but i Sharpened up
Off this blunt I'm focused
Poaching you vultures
Scorching with sulfur
For cream i got a sweet tooth
For you hosters
Twisted metal when we blow clips
38 Leave ya noseless
Pulling off in a lotus
With ya chick fear and loathing
Pass it off
On fire like a molotov cracked and spark
I'm not inspired by the new wave
With a new phrase and a hat trick
Trying to get at akidemics
At me back to talk
About wack raps Ima laugh it off
Irrelevant events in basketball
Your two cents doesn't match at all
Nah yo
Lord told me stay out of the hell cage
And tell Satan
Let the haters hate while I'm well paid
Self made
Handing smoke out with no Ls In LA
I'm past debating
I'm masterbating the 12 gauge
While you bastards hating
I'm masquerading a demon
With the mask of satin
I'm dragging you down
I'm in your casket waiting
Hommie, I be, acid
Flame on this beat when I match it
Sipping, on that, last hit
Drink on this lean yall be ratchet
Making, money, rapid
Stretch it like Mr. fantastic
Making, money, rapid
Hommie I think I be acid
Acid dog
Pass it off
On fire like a molotov cracked pause wait
Let me rewind my time peice
Go back and then pass the rock
But my name ain't Tyrese
Oh shit
Luda record this
I got a fortress
Where the first and fourth floor
Is dedicated to torture with torches
I got a mosh pit of bodies...
Often caught in the Audi... Ah
Loft with the Saudis... Ah
That's a name for top down...
Top down all gold Bugatti...
They ask me prior to the rap biz...
What the hell did I do before...
I've been married to the money...
My registry is made to the Gucci store
Hommie, I be, acid
Flame on this beat when I match it
Sipping, on that, last hit
Drink on this lean yall be ratchet
Making, money, rapid
Stretch it like Mr. fantastic
Making, money, rapid
Hommie I think I be acid
Lifes a trip like dmt
Geometrically
How I see
You peep squeaks
In a V 2 seats
Groupies loose
Coochie jumping
Sick with the phlegm kicking out This lugee
Trying to dip to Aruba luie boogee
And all my niggaz sick yeah we got The cooties
Blue kush q.p. blow it down
Crop out all weeds
Yeah
Toke when I breath
Yeah
Stoked when you see
Darkness in me
Heartless leave ppl bothered with Me
To rebellious who the hell is
G to the u.s.
Dont forget the T
This Thorne I be
So I'm always on point
I was dull last night but i Sharpened up
Off this blunt I'm focused
Poaching you vultures
Scorching with sulfur
For cream i got a sweet tooth
For you hosters
Twisted metal when we blow clips
38 Leave ya noseless
Pulling off in a lotus
With ya chick fear and loathing
Writer: christian hawthorne
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid