Suit Case Switch - Freddie Gibbs, Verbal Kent

«I have lived my life… I have dreamed my dreams

Now death, take me away»

Ayo my raps are like the facts of life

We are less alike

You’re raps are dike, just like the cast of Facts of Life

Let me cast a light

Shed it even

I don’t give a fuck about getting even

Cause if I did I’d be in the crib in a Posture'

Monster, underneath the bed you’re sleeping

Drink 'til I’m real real wildly

Grab a pen can’t stop me

Fuck around re-write Kill Bill

Have it with Uma Thurman and Bill Cosby

Have a puddy puddy pop in his asshole

Make him pop pills, wake up buck naked

Ass up, pants tied with his mouth all faced

Found in the ground in a sandcastle

I’m a motherfucking master, ask the body

No asterisk, I’ll body bag somebody

So acrobatic, I’ll bet you’re acrobotic, Inspector Gadget

Go-Go Robo Bo Jackson body

Never been a better metaphor four slinger

Show me a beat I ain’t a four four king of

And I’ll fork over a four course dinner

I’m gonna put four little holes in a foe denim

You keep closing the suitcase bitch

I keep doe in a suitcase bitch

Two identicals, do a suitcase switch

Pay me your Adrian Peterson switch

Maybe get rich

Eat at Gibson’s on a Tuesday lunch

Got a hunch Tuesday you’ll be at the Liquor Boy Towne Center every Tuesday

brunch

Now I lay me down to sleep

Bad bitch laying right next to me

Sexing me, wake up, beat that pussy with my diamond teeth

These niggas be downing me

These hoes should be crowning me

Crowning me, G.I.

nigga

Church/crack house niggas both down the streets

Which one you gon' run to?

How much bread can he run through?

Digging in the muhfucking pack, man you can’t make back what the dope man front

you

homicide is what it come to

Black masks when we come through

12 gauge hit him in his ribs cause a motherfucker did what a nigga can’t undo

Bloody murder, murder

Nah, nah can’t take that back

Fuck the Feds I won’t tell 'em shit, go to my grave with that

Homeboy wanna go half on a brick, yeah yeah I stay with that

Had some snitches slip through the clique

Might bring my pager back

I don’t know why these niggas be downing me

These hoes should be crowning me

Cop a pound, half a pound, quarter pound, an ounce from me

Bought a bitch a pair of J’s, she’s bagging dope and count for me

New Jack City with the titties out

Turn around and see what this dick about

Gibbs