MIST IS SPEAKING

Yo,

Mist, Grumpy, down up to Derby. You know how we do this.

One, two.

-Fucking hell. Yeah. -Hot shot.

Fuck a notepad, hold it down for the art nars and the guard nars.

I'm merely an old man with a mech piece, I'm treating my whole fam. Huh?

Take on four man, don't care who you know, man.

I might run up on your creepy shadow with a strap like blood. Say it was a crime, much program. Huh? Pipe in the stall.

You don't wanna fight in the dark, like twenty guard nars, like half in the park.

Twenty fight art nars in the back of the dark. So if you really wanna see my ting, just bark.

I ain't put a bang for your art.

Do you really want it with a nigga that will drive to your house in a car? I'll be like, "Mist, me speaking.

" Yo, Mist, me speaking. I'll leave your head top leaking, won't stop you breathing.

Run up on your ends, ain't leaving. I'm so hot, steaming.

Ends I'm seeing and I'll leave your jawline leaning. Talk about your FAM, FAM is fiending.

P-E-N, never been in, never do a job like cleaning.

Stick to my dealing, out on road till morning to evening. Ain't gonna stop till my peeling, my top to the ceiling. People say that

I'm dreaming, but I ain't dreaming though. Don't cry 'cause you need breastfeeding.

My gats you're needing, you've been firing blanks and easily creaming.

Already told him, come to his yard and choke him. Go get the strap, smoke him.

I'm so provoking, jar for my shank consistently poking.

And he thinks I'm joking, watch his face when he's choking.

These skeezers think that I'm joking, but you're gonna get drowned in the circle floating.

Already told him, I'll leave your head top open, and it's Mist's slogan. Might come back to the back and your face get broken.

Huh? I don't wanna show them. If it's beef, I'll fold them.

I got tings for your lungs and tings for your nose and mo-mo-moki focus.

All day.

That's fucking hell. Should we drop again?

We drop again. Yo, yo.

All day.

In a clash, never gonna be a contest.

Mist like wife his breast. M-I-S-T and he wife his chest.

Do you really wanna be the best context? I'll shank ya. Don't like cold like Sanka.

One ten, good ten bag for the plasma. And your mom got raped by a hanger.

Bars get dropped in your head like banker. Like Santa. Do you really wanna give Mist to my shanker?

On your back like a backpack, like a camper. Girls on my line like, "Mist, you're a wanker. " Huh?

I ain't a banger. Once I miss the shoot with a wanker. Yo, yo. It's like. . .

Right, then we in it. Got a bar, two in it.

-Said you got a strap, but it's in it. -Said you got bars, please just bin it.

-Mm-hmm. -You two-faced like a mirror.

Jar for the -ting, make a man shiver. -Shiver.

You're a snake, you slither. Donkey's body in the river.

Where's his mom gone with -her? -Mom and girl, I'm with them.

You ain't got flow or rhythm. Fake pussy, yours, I prick them. I dig jaws, then lick them.

-Girls that are shy, get big them. -Ah, what straps, I hit them.

Fancy blick, -I spit them. -Wrap my drugs in the morning.

Check the straps, got slugs in the morning.

-'Cause the town I was born in. -Bars, renew them.

Man get hit with a double high duking. Outcome, shanks come through them.

Every man human, if you want a clash, slew them. Bars, renew them. Man get hit with a double high duking.

Outcome, shanks come through them. Every man human, if you want a clash, slew them.

Bars, renew them. Man get hit with a double high duking.

Outcome, shanks come through them. Every man human, if you want a clash, slew them. Bars, renew them.

Man get hit with a double high duking. Outcome, shanks come through them.

Every man human, if you want a clash, slew them.

All day.