SLIME IN THE ICE MACHINE Lyrics by Ameer Vann & Merlyn Wood
We spending and balling, out here, the spirit is calling
Our only freedom is fetti, let this mark the beginning
Of my testament, let destiny spill from my pen
I black out, the ghost is back out, possession within
By slaves laid in graves that you niggas forgot
Nooses dangle from different angles, my diamonds is flawless
Jesus still on the crucifix, man, these niggas is flawless
Police taking our fathers, I pray we still see tomorrow
Got my masters and publishing, only master above me
Niggas shoot out before they pull a book out
And that’s sad cause niggas pass and write your name on a shirt
But that’s that
For anybody that wanted to see me crash out
I’m risen from the tomb, the stone moved, I’m back out
Whips on my back now, why I could never back out (Merlyn)
(Merlyn) Get a, get a gat, buy a bulletproof backpack
Get a, get a gat, get a bulletproof backpack
Wild, wild west, keep a bulletproof vest, yes
Wild, wild west, keep a bulletproof vest, yes
Test time, don’t rush, big slime, I’m nuts
Motherfucker, I’ll slide if a nigga touch us
Motherfucker, I’ll slide if a cracker touch us
We the guys, we the gods on Mount Olympus
I said, “I keep that fire, fire on Mount Olympus”
R.I.P. Pop Smoke and them kids in Texas
In the third dimension anyone can get touched
That’s why I keep a gun, you should, you should get ya one
Jesus said, “Sell your shirt, keep a sword by your arm”
That’s why I keep a gun, you should, you should get ya one
Money is the god, thunder, fire from my arms
In the new millennium, sell your shirt, buy a gun (Merlyn)
