Slash Gordon

Slash Gordon Lyrics Murs & Fashawn feat. Fashawn,Murs

Album: This Generation

[Verse 1: Fashawn]
You niggas sick, but it's not the measles
I'm slangin' hard rock nigga, flock of seagulls

When this shit drop it's gonna shock the people
Like Barack hit the block lettin' off the Eagle

I even had that white boy, Ben Stiller
Chinese minx, call her chinchilla

When you drop that shit, niggas didn't feel ya'
That whack shit didn't phase me, but it did kill ya'

Swear to God I never needed a rap manual
All I needed was some Mary Jane and some Jack Daniels

On my Mama, I always been a rap vandal
Smack a whack nigga to death with an axe handle

While you sittin' around lollygaggin'
I'm rollin' chronic out the bag - put the molly shag in

Man these niggas out here hardly rappin'
I come through and bless the mic In a godly fashion

So, necessary that you respect a Don
Especially if he's on another echelon

I come through, with nothing but the freshest songs
Wear it once and then it's trash, like a Ke$ha song

Yeah! Not an Ave you never catch us on
You niggas is cosmetic as Revlon

I was the broke kid that never had a Megatron
Stole it from the rich kids, that's why we couldn't get along

[M]Look, Fash, nigga
[F]Whaddup Murs?
[M]You been leading of this whole hit man, you started the whole shit
[M]But now I'm gonna go first
[F]Aight, well do you thing homie
[F]Go in

[Verse 2: Murs]
West Coast originator, never been an imitator
Full-blown, acetone microphone disintegrator

Uh, I get ignorant in the midst of danger
Inventive, considered the innovator

Where I'm, from we don't screw and chop shit
They come through wearin' red and blue where we pop clips

Uh, and I be higher than a cockpit
Let the chop spit hollow tips out his top lip

This is the sound of an underground renegade
Who wears a crown and isn't down to catch any fade

Bwah, you ain't ballin' go get a bit of change
Smooth criminal, hit a nigga through his window pane

And I was put here to put fear in suss niggas
Nobody shook here, we don't give a fuck, nigga

Yeah! Drug dealers, slup peelers
Mention it to my mug nigga, fuck Twitter

Gangbangers, thug niggas, nerds to the geeks
All respect the way I put these words to the beat

In other words he's a beast every verse he completes
Bad bitches, actresses, even birds give him beak

And the music that we make help the kids in the ghetto grow
Fightin' for they're freedoms so they keep up out the federal

Uh, the name's embedded somebody let 'em know
Always stay perpetual flow, so I forever glow

Fashawnin' on these niggas, straight up out the FC
Catch me with the baddest bitch burnin' up the best trees

Or probably on some jet-skis, I hustle collect cheese
Last time you saw a check was on your S-B's

Yeah! Respect over everything
Murs and Fashawn, bet you've never seen a better team

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