Criminal Ideas - Snak the Ripper

Criminal thoughts in a blue Porsche

Smoke you like a Newport

Back to backpack to pack

Fuck what you thought

I’m either going to the bank or heading to court

The realest shit

You should be gettin' it

Words are too short

I build with Bill

Connect, collab with Snak the Ripper

Am I gonna have to choke a bitch or smack a nigga?

Attackin' Hitler and strangle him with his confederate flag

You fuckin' fags need to learn adequate or your head’ll split

Benevolence and a mastermind intelligence

Leads to robberies or armored trucks filled with presidents

I need that ASAP

Might bump like ASAP

Feinds dying they supplying lines cut with Ajax

I never used to play Jacks or Freeze Tag

We was on the block with weed bags

Lookin' to get that cheese …

I went straight but God help me if I need cash

I’ll go shady 2.0

This the relapse

Believe that

There’s a lot of pain in my tears

Dark thoughts turnin' into criminal ideas

This' the Niagara Falls, but instead of water there’s blood

That’s how your fucking brain’s gonna look, after I dump slugs

Ain’t no sunshine, that went away with half o' your head

With a smokin' eye socket like Gus from Breaking Bad

40 of yees

Slap the cure

You’re the disease

My machinary harm like a trump full of hornets and bees

I’m the force of the unhinged

This a franchise

Disconnected

Misguided

Misdirected

I used to think i knew all the answers to everything

But never realized I never knew anything

Shooters with stripes

Movements …

Evolve from goons on shrooms

Students at life

50% you’ll survive

But you can increase your odds with a criminal mind

It’s all guns and ammos

40 below’s a tuck camo

Cause we don’t give a motherfuck famo

There’s a lot of pain in my tears

Dark thoughts turnin' into criminal ideas

I can’t control it anymore

I got these thoughts in my dome

The government is keepin' taps so we don’t talk on the phone

They wanna track you down and catch you like a block from your home

Throw you in the back of a van while you’re walking alone

So we’re movin' in the shadow

Some are off of the grid

All the crime that they accused me of I probably did

Yeah I’m down the block with binoculars watching ya crib

Talking bullshit could get you pussies popped in the lid

I’m just followin' the voices that appear in my dreams

I think I’m seeing shit more clearly now as weird as it seems

Run you over in the street like a … extreme

Come back and hit the paramedics when they’re clearin' the scene

I got boys charm just enough to make your mom wet

Someone pull the alarm, I’m calling in a bomb threat

The odds are stacked against us but we never make the wrong bet

Droppin' acid in the jungle like a Vietnam vet

There’s a lot of pain in my tears

Dark thoughts turnin' into criminal ideas