KOKE SLAM Lyrics by Westside Gunn
Fuck your favorite rappers, it’s the FlyGod chapter
Peace to YN Billy, he a known body snatcher (Boom-boom-boom)
Barcode-ass Virgil Abloh Alaska’s
When I walk in the room, your heart beat faster
Doing filthy loafers, Dolce top from Sicily
Rhymes are slippery, mine’s is symphony
Time’s assembling, slime was fidgety
Crimes infinity
Marty Supreme sweatsuits, word to Timothée
The most loved, but the most hated, now I gold plate it
I’m in a Rolls, road-raging, get your soul taken
Rest in peace Uncle Bacon
I can still hear the pots scraping
I can still hear the [?] gang dice shaking
I can still picture Aunt B. baggin’ naked
I remember Gina overdosed, fell through the table
Had to bring her back to life, Tina crying, shaking in Billy Joe’s basement
Take one, hit, shit amazing
Laid on the scale, came back trailblazin’, hellraisin’
Throw a pot on the fryer, start a empire
We’ll kill you if your man wear a wire
[?] with a tire, I brought the mash out
Never seen Base-Ski hit a stash house
So much acid, I’m ’bout to pass out
I might bring the raps out, you only good as your last ounce
cocaine has uh
he’s got a baggie it’s an eight ball
he’s got an eight ball
and cocaine cocaine is fired up brother
coke slam to the depths of hell
