Sayzee - 131 Lords Lyrics

I cut the heads off 131 lords
Turn your skull to half of one forth
Mathematically equate that
You was holding weight back
But pressure bust pipes
They wetting more then the floor
I'm smoking quads outer space like Geordie La Forge
Honorary had a story before
So fuck that rap shit and that's it
In the laboratory cooking cat piss
Speaking bad on my name I fry em up like catfish
Already know I had glory before
Of course I was rocking that coal velour
Ayo I didn't have a lot but it was more then before
Mike Larry copped back to back Honda Accords
This was back in 04' playing fight night on Xbox
Chui had the twenty two Tru had the twin Glocks
When you dead broke reality is like a cinderblock
Hit you in your jugular bitches wont fuck with you
Its Freddy Kruger bitch you new to this
Who want the smoke I got the Buddha fist
With the hoodie on the J Hood
The Winchester turn your Blatter into tuna fish
Flatten that boy like when Yokozuna sits
My fake friends still checking in
Any head shot you can recommend
Seven arms seven heads
Im Scaramanga with the banger
You in perfect danger hands up no macarena
I pack a flamer like meek mill with the bad braids
Bad days I'm still relaxed like a café
Hit it from the back use her carpet as a ash tray
Nothing but a target cause we living in the last days
Stab you in the heart and leave a sad face
I was getting money getting pussy throwing parties at cache
But shit will fuck your head up
Sort of like a bad fade
Look, I been alone training
My one finger chisel stone
Take these missiles home let them Chisel bones
Tryin to take the W like Bishop vs Cyssero
Bullets fly up under you you float and leave your kids alone
And fuck the hard work I'm known for the bar work
My arm hurt from throwing all these stones making artwork
Slept on me for so long i swear to God my heart hurt
Pain coming half way up my leg like converse
And I been focused on my song work
Since the fitted caps and the long shirt
I'm counting cash E. Honda how my palms hurt
Bout to let the bomb burst
Thought that I would stop then I drop a hot long verse
Yea, You on whatever trend popping now
I'm in my own lane I swim up like a crocodile
I'm the one they talk about bodies you can chalk em out
Favorite rappers worst nightmare bitch I'm clocking out

I cut the heads off 131 lords
Turn your skull to half of one forth
Mathematically equate that
You was holding weight back
But pressure bust pipes
They wetting more then the floor
I'm smoking quads outer space like Geordie La Forge
Honorary had a story before
So fuck that rap shit and that's it
In the laboratory cooking cat piss
Speaking bad on my name I fry em up like catfish
Already know I had glory before
Of course I was rocking that coal velour
Ayo I didn't have a lot but it was more then before
Mike Larry copped back to back Honda Accords
This was back in 04' playing fight night on Xbox
Chui had the twenty two Tru had the twin Glocks
When you dead broke reality is like a cinderblock
Hit you in your jugular bitches wont fuck with you
Its Freddy Kruger bitch you new to this
Who want the smoke I got the Buddha fist
With the hoodie on the J Hood
The Winchester turn your Blatter into tuna fish
Flatten that boy like when Yokozuna sits
My fake friends still checking in
Any head shot you can recommend
Seven arms seven heads
Im Scaramanga with the banger
You in perfect danger hands up no macarena
I pack a flamer like meek mill with the bad braids
Bad days I'm still relaxed like a café
Hit it from the back use her carpet as a ash tray
Nothing but a target cause we living in the last days
Stab you in the heart and leave a sad face
I was getting money getting pussy throwing parties at cache
But shit will fuck your head up
Sort of like a bad fade
Look, I been alone training
My one finger chisel stone
Take these missiles home let them Chisel bones
Tryin to take the W like Bishop vs Cyssero
Bullets fly up under you you float and leave your kids alone
And fuck the hard work I'm known for the bar work
My arm hurt from throwing all these stones making artwork
Slept on me for so long i swear to God my heart hurt
Pain coming half way up my leg like converse
And I been focused on my song work
Since the fitted caps and the long shirt
I'm counting cash E. Honda how my palms hurt
Bout to let the bomb burst
Thought that I would stop then I drop a hot long verse
Yea, You on whatever trend popping now
I'm in my own lane I swim up like a crocodile
I'm the one they talk about bodies you can chalk em out
Favorite rappers worst nightmare bitch I'm clocking out