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The Meth Lab

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2016-12-29

  I'll give you three seconds to

  come out wit' your hands up, one, two

  This is my own private domicile

  I will not be harassed, motherfucker!

  Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook

  Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book

  Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by a look

  I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked

  Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it

  You a meth head that live on the edge, just need a push

  I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back, the cheese on the wire

  If a snitch burnin', wouldn't even piss on the fire

  Now you kids learnin', I ain't tryin' to preach to the choir

  Now the kids earnin' like them dealers that he admire

  Got that whip workin' like I'm sacrificin' a virgin

  That's a burden,

  but I'm certain you're feelin' it, after you try

  You can't deny I cook a batch like, 'Woo'

  Hazardous material, you'd need a hazmat suit

  Now you lookin' at me like, 'What's a hazmat suit?'

  Somethin' used to move a body, you don't have that loop

  Let's talk about trust

  I told you not to cook my recipe

  And you went ahead and did it anyway

  Cause I never said I wouldn't cook it

  Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, bitch

  Hookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best recipe

  Especially this shit, I'm takin' on bets

  Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs

  Meth labs here to the West,

  wools on them gear trims grassed

  Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?)

  Got them burners wit'them bodies on them, have me in cuffs

  Killer's focused, slam it up in them trucks

  Eyes low, grippin'the toast,trigger finger, playin' it close

  You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live

  These niggas playin' wit' this money, funny how niggas die

  They say it's over when the fat kid cry,

  ratchets fly here to the Chi'

  You think you can stop me from cookin'?

  You cook whatever you like, as long it's that B work

  These niggas be runnin' around in the street wit' everyday

  Don't even think about usin' my grade A

  You should try and stop me, bitch

  I'm in the meth lab concoctin' another concoction

  Decisions, decisions, just weighin' my options

  The formula highly addictive, it's havoc for me

  Side effects life-threatenin', the surgeon's warnin'

  I write a prescription just for meth abusers

  Regulate your dose intake for heavy users

  For generations, I been servin' these rap fiends

  Babies born addicted to the metric, know what I mean?

  You're recoverin', but you still use frequently

  So wet your court hearin', judge show some leniency

  Can't escape old havoc, so you copy the new shit

  Wit' your kids in your cars, see, pumpin' that Wu shit

  We worldwide, supply and demand, I got the upper-hand

  Check my passport, global support

  Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut

  That got them breakin' bad at the gate for the re-up

  What up, Street?

  Yo, what up, man?

  We gon' put some "Welcome to the meth lab" on there

  Man, you know, it's straight gutter shit, nigga

  Yeah, you ready to get 'em this time?

  Yeah, always, man

  Alright, so I'm a leave it up to you

  Go 'head, show 'em what you got

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