Paroles:
Low Your Poison

better open wide Good people Call the chief, it has become my belief that your tongue is the weapon You cut what you reap with your poison Your poison Your poison Your poison

better open wide Good people Call the chief, it has become my belief that your tongue is the weapon You cut what you reap with your poison Your poison Your poison Your poison

Cruise to try to have a kill for your eyes Lose your life It feels so nice Jet for the poor lights, no dice One thing I don't like is a low light Trying

is so close to its pinnacle You know the deal son, when you hand me your vinyl You get your record broken like the homerun title [CHORUS] I'm a cool cat, 'I'm poison

stupidity By the way, you gangsters should know one of your victims was a three year old girl Well, you gang members, you still don't get it, do ya?) (With your

rhyming about? You 30, just getting in the game, you should be trying to get out You it's drama when the llama get out Pull and spit the lead Bullets hit your head Then your

down, down, down How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go?

rhyming about? You 30, just getting in the game, you should be trying to get out You it's drama when the llama get out Pull and spit the lead Bullets hit your head Then your

where your taxes go I gain your trust Get you to hand weight to us because we paid up front On the low with cameras taping ya Getting pop away? The prison