Gas Drawls (12" Version)

Yo, this that butter shit
Niggas know I never stutter with
It's called the Flipstyle
I re-up on bad dreams, back up screams of fifty blocks
Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like Jiffy Pop
In an instant get smoked like Winston cigarettes
Bitches get ripped off like Nicorette
Packs, in real life, the real trife scene
Might snatch one's life like assault machine
Rifle! Dead up, set up like bullfight
Be bloody like Will-A could not write on full flights
X, the unemotional, call me anti-social
On the run off the gun death tally commercial
Death Valley is like rehearsal to the streets
To my peeps, GM, MF on the beat
Rhymes is chosen like the weapons of war
Keep from steppin' on my floor or delivery front door
I bring it to y'all motherfuckers, master yours
My disaster cause, Hell N Gas Drawers
The super-villain, cooler than a million
I be chillin', still quick to slice squares like Sicilian
Don't make me have to hurt them feelings, I'll ruin
You in the dirt that I be doin' in my dealings
Sendin' spirits through the ceilin', chrome peelin'
Dome blown within the comforts of your own home
Grown, big wheelin' and high rollin'
Eye holdin' lye, it keeps the style, all my eyes swollen
Bitch nigga, switch the style
Who massive, versatile? Who big dem up? Monsta Isle
Who dat?
MF
I saw Hell with them gas drawers
To my brother Subroc and Black Jewel, I crack brew for
Two more, free men two up, I hit the brew up like
Nobody knows how X the unseen feels
When givin' crews a brush with death like between meals
Two times a day with brothers that's tight like a noose
With more rhymes to use than Dr. Seuss or motherfuckin' Mother Goose
It's X the suspicious flirter who every hooker heard of
Next to malicious murder
Track-type visions fulfillin' them pipe wishes
The mission may be legal (maybe) minus the baby eagle
Any given summer's eve don't breathe (what?)
Sixteen shots I do believe plus one up the sleeve
Master of the O who predict your last pause
I told y'all, Hell N Gas Drawers
Breakin' glass and plastic jaws like federal drastic laws
Fed up from fightin' secret wars with them Fantastic Fours
Invisible versus DOOM with the metal face
Before I goes to state, the whole better settle case
Flows at pedal pace, steady like tricycles
Beware all suckers, y'all froze like icicles
I'm baggin' bitches like nickels
I lick 'em where they tickle, before I hit the clit though
I'ma spit 'til I pronounce, more hits than an ounce no doubt
I'm 'bout to bounce, X the unannounced, I'm out
And I'd like to give a shout out
To my man Jet Jaguar
Also, Vito, D-Smooth, B-One
Master of the O
MF
This one called
Gas Drawers