Shotgun - Atmosphere

You motherfuckers ain't on my shelf

I should jump back and try to french kiss myself

The boy fell in the well and lived to tell

Put my voice in the mix, make the winter melt

I'm the best thing since a fresh loaf of sliced bread

Sitting on the bed between a pair of nice legs

I'm sex, white flag, ice bag, wipe rag

I'm twice the mess but a fraction of the price tag

Back stage in a rat cage

But when I bend these bars, everybody get to gas face

They said it was dead, in that case

I'ma get revenge, I'ma make rap pay

Now run and tell the sun I'm turning up the light

I might arrive on the plane, train, bus or bike

You can fuss and fight, but it's just despite

Cause it functions right when I cup this mic

No feedback, ease back, let the beat crack

But Uncle Sam said he wanna see tax

Make the beeswax, no relax

Run around the map and leave tracks

You can call me Sean like nothing's wrong

I'm the early dawn, I'm the dirty bum

My thoughts get drawn on a JumboTron

If your jaw don't drop you can hum along, come on!

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Shotgun, the raw one

We the hot sauce on y'alls tongue

We don't stop till it's all done

So turn it up till the cops come

You get lost in how awesome I is

You watching like you bought stock in my biz

You caught that sickness sitting on shit

You'd be better off frying up some littler fish

I'm a big catch, whoo! Sweet Jesus

Walk on the trash, keep clean as a fetus

Rip the beef into child size pieces

You talk cheap, now you need to get your teeth fixed

I don't recognize you or your toy crew

Go ahead, step aside now, let my noise through

Grew and spread like Kudzu

Didn't need a gun to put a +Slug+ in your guts

Move over chauffeur, I roll the coaster

I got older and badder and bolder

Who's the host with the monster?

Birds fly to Minnesota just to land on my shoulders

No pressure, it don't get desperate

No special effects, just sweat and spit

So fresh, still make it seem effortless

Breath smell like breast milk and peppermint

Got put on a permanent good foot

Huh, got more flavor than a cookbook

So take a look at what you couldn't have took

If I forgot anything, we'll just put it on the hook, c'mon

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You ain't gon' be shit

I'm the best kept secret

Anyone can see it

If I say it loud enough, maybe you'll believe it

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