Breaking Pencils - Joey Trap

Hop up in the stain, now they get it poppin'

Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin'

Step up in the room, see the bodies droppin'

I hit me them markers and we get to shoppin'

Bitch, I rock my G-Wagon in lime green

Check the navigator, it’s a touch screen

You could watch the movies in the back seat

In the back street, runnin' like an athlete

I’ma pass y’all 'cause I’m goin' fast, oh

Maybe you just act slow, I know I’m an asshole

Anyways, my diamonds flashin' because they VVS

All these bitches wanna cuff me, but they can’t arrest us

They don’t want a Puerto Rican drivin' 'round in Teslas

Beat it up, like wrestlin', I could get yo' girl to sex us

Put her lings in pretzels, watch how I’m breakin' pencils

This a different level, won’t sell my soul to the devil

But the car I’m drivin' lookin' somethin' like a demon

Got your shorty in the back seat, lookin' like she screamin'

Like I said, I’m gettin' top, and boy, we hittin'

Only reason I owe money, I don’t got a reason

Niggas think I’m sneezin', I be blessed like every season

Hittin' licks for niggas weed, I’m think I caught a treason

I’ma start a legion, big ol' cannon like I’m Steven

Ain’t no gettin' even, shoot yo' block and then we leavin'

Yeah, poppin' pills like it’s Mike and Ike’s

Yeah, if I fucked yo' bitch, then would you wanna fight?

Yeah, pull up with the (Shh) like I’m fuckin' Mike

Hit you in the light, you gon' lose your sight

You gon' loose a life if a nigga playin' with us

I came with them hitters and them hitter prayin' with us

They prayin' for us, that’s blaspheme

Shooters blast for me, please don’t egg me on

Bitch I’m-, I’m incredible

Eat my vegetables, fuckin' crazy, nigga

I’m not lazy, nigga, I get bread, can’t phase a nigga

Yo', how we-, how we comin'?

We ain’t change, my nigga

Smokin'-, smokin' on the yellow haze, nigga

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, damn, I made it, nigga

Damn, I made it, nigga

Damn, I made it, nigga, damn, I made it, nigga

Hop up in the stain, now they get it poppin'

Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin'

Step up in the room, see the bodies droppin'

I hit me them markers and we get to shoppin'

Bitch, I rock my G-Wagon in lime green

Check the navigator, it’s a touch screen

You could watch the movies in the back seat

In the back street, runnin' like an athlete