Casket Match feat. Flee Lord by Verbal McMahon Lyrics
"...in the most unholiest of matches, a Casket Match. A match that can only be won in one way, and that is to place your opponent in the casket & close the lid."
[Hook]
I'm on the go, you only know by the squeak of sneakers
Phonies slow, reap what you sow, meet the reaper
No one higher, someone lying, see the sea is deeper
Call me sire, speak the fire, make you breathe the ether
Sweep the feet up off your shorty when she peeped the features
Know the answer, so don’t ask if I think she a keeper
Ha...must be out your fuckin thinker
Ship sinker, trips linger, fuck it flip fingers
Fuck it flip fingers, must be out your fuckin thinker
“How vile! How evil! How demonic!"
[Verbal]
You might see me on Delancey scooping somethin fancy
Drop the panties, record player playin Nancy Sinatra
Speak Frankly with a mobster over Vodka
Future things in order, profit lookin proper, what?
Fuck a copper, I ain't stoppin for a soul sucka
Touchy topic toucher, known to let your soul suffer
The gold puffer, cone stuffer, roll wit bonecrushers
Poke your chest out, get left out; Cold supper
Stole supper off your plate cause I wanted seconds
Done in seconds cause I'm savage & I’m fuckin reckless
Know my nigga Brandon laughin, smokin blunts in Heaven
Hundred questions no answers, guess I'm stuck wit guessin, fuck
[Flee Lord]
I guess I'm stuck wit guessing…we really need some answers
Fresh off the curb, sent a text off to Verb
No more stress over birds, I got blessed over words
On a train with a face, fuck your lex & your fur
My connect is a herd, leave you stretched in a blur
Playing with the posse, I'm gon guarantee the pain
Spit a dirty 32 leaving everything slain
Got a choppa so thick, on the block with yo chick
Fool's jewels worth a few then we chop his whole wrist
This is a 9 Taurus not a 45th
It be knocking people over like some dominoes shit
I'm riding for the bag, you just dying for attention
Coke supplying niggas engine, both irons in the engine
Both irons in the engine (brrrrrrr!)
Huh?! (Boom!) Both irons in the engine
You know we ride around gripped (brrrrrrr!)
[Hook]
I'm on the go, you only know by the squeak of sneakers
Phonies slow, reap what you sow, meet the reaper
No one higher, someone lying, see the sea is deeper
Call me sire, speak the fire, make you breathe the ether
Sweep the feet up off your shorty when she peeped the features
Know the answer, so don't ask if I think she a keeper
Ha...must be out your fuckin thinker
Ship sinker, trips linger, fuck it flip fingers
Fuck it flip fingers, must be out your fuckin thinker
“What kinda human being is he? For God’s sake"
[Hook]
I'm on the go, you only know by the squeak of sneakers
Phonies slow, reap what you sow, meet the reaper
No one higher, someone lying, see the sea is deeper
Call me sire, speak the fire, make you breathe the ether
Sweep the feet up off your shorty when she peeped the features
Know the answer, so don’t ask if I think she a keeper
Ha...must be out your fuckin thinker
Ship sinker, trips linger, fuck it flip fingers
Fuck it flip fingers, must be out your fuckin thinker
“How vile! How evil! How demonic!"
[Verbal]
You might see me on Delancey scooping somethin fancy
Drop the panties, record player playin Nancy Sinatra
Speak Frankly with a mobster over Vodka
Future things in order, profit lookin proper, what?
Fuck a copper, I ain't stoppin for a soul sucka
Touchy topic toucher, known to let your soul suffer
The gold puffer, cone stuffer, roll wit bonecrushers
Poke your chest out, get left out; Cold supper
Stole supper off your plate cause I wanted seconds
Done in seconds cause I'm savage & I’m fuckin reckless
Know my nigga Brandon laughin, smokin blunts in Heaven
Hundred questions no answers, guess I'm stuck wit guessin, fuck
[Flee Lord]
I guess I'm stuck wit guessing…we really need some answers
Fresh off the curb, sent a text off to Verb
No more stress over birds, I got blessed over words
On a train with a face, fuck your lex & your fur
My connect is a herd, leave you stretched in a blur
Playing with the posse, I'm gon guarantee the pain
Spit a dirty 32 leaving everything slain
Got a choppa so thick, on the block with yo chick
Fool's jewels worth a few then we chop his whole wrist
This is a 9 Taurus not a 45th
It be knocking people over like some dominoes shit
I'm riding for the bag, you just dying for attention
Coke supplying niggas engine, both irons in the engine
Both irons in the engine (brrrrrrr!)
Huh?! (Boom!) Both irons in the engine
You know we ride around gripped (brrrrrrr!)
[Hook]
I'm on the go, you only know by the squeak of sneakers
Phonies slow, reap what you sow, meet the reaper
No one higher, someone lying, see the sea is deeper
Call me sire, speak the fire, make you breathe the ether
Sweep the feet up off your shorty when she peeped the features
Know the answer, so don't ask if I think she a keeper
Ha...must be out your fuckin thinker
Ship sinker, trips linger, fuck it flip fingers
Fuck it flip fingers, must be out your fuckin thinker
“What kinda human being is he? For God’s sake"