Go on freckles go grab the bottle
Fuck yea man, I’ll take a swallow
Liquid fire lights up these veins, these verses
Now I'm a driver switchin lanes, spoutin curses
Trippin straight into the audience’s house
Everyone stops, scared, quiet as a mouse
Till we drop this dope fire beat back in
Explosions everywhere, fountains of sin
Run baby run, escape the madness
Scamper back to your pitiful sadness
But I’ll stay on top of the avalanche
Riding the wave, Brando not blanche
no dubois, only blunts smoked here
inhale, get so high I have no fear
Controlled chaos, intimate insanity
Intense charisma, animal Stanley
Method rapping, making interior man
Acting, playing games like Wu-Tang Clan
In the front now its all fun and games
While in the back marlon's smackin dames
loc'ed out dog, Marlon Wayons
If you front your legs will be lamed
Hamstrings gone, hit by the wolfpack
my cutthroat crew always got my back
taking out the weak, lame and sickly
like wolves versus sheep, its over quickly
ya'll straight sheeple that hide inside
we the red-hat wolves of the east side
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