Jeff Venom - Poison Season

Excuse me
Before I get rudely interrupted
My mood be Bruce Lee
Depending on who we fuck with
Truly, I'ma do me profusely
Difference between you and me?
I'm usually on my thug shit
Bust it,
Fuck discussions if it ain't about guap
Turn up the volume while I knock 'em out the box
Copped two glocks like 2Pac intact
In fact, Breonna's name we honor in vein of any two cops
You not the same as me
I'm more creatively making these
Hating ass emcees blatantly wait for me
Psh!
My mistake, we anxious to see
How much angst it takes before jakes stake a claim for me
Mr Veneno, nigga, Hello!
Mami, I've been trill
Still might slip my pill right in ya jell-o
Hell no, Bill, chill
When skills real as 'Melo
I'm an ill New York breed who proceeds in the West Coast
Fire it up
Fuck you think, I ain't wired enough?
What you drink?
I blaze Els and get higher than what's right in ya cup
Straight fail, you better wisen it up
Love, I don't chase tail
I raise hell despite life's been tough
Made bail driving drunk
Age well like Masseto,
Ghetto, but fly as fuck
My squad Purge, kid, we're civilized rebels
But in the eyes of ya'll just visualize the devil
Criticize, but we epitomize levels of dopeness
Niggas try,
That's why we wreck through opposed cliccs
Big Kahuna
Slip dick through her womb-piece
She get it live, that's PS5 and new sneaks
Truth reeks through these guerilla bars
Ya'll monkey shinin'
Dummy, my rhymin' been killin' ya'll
Still in all, dawg
You know Queens get the money
Facts through this crack music
Is what them fiends get from me
Cold-blooded
Ice in my veins, most love it
Yo, fuck it
I'm writin' my pain, go discuss it
It gets ugly aun mas
I monster a verse
Understudy of Nas
He was on the second, I was on the first
This ain't for the weak hearted
It's heat that seeks targets
Purge fleet deep up in the street market
Veteran better than a large percentage
Marine and Army official
That thing on me and ya'll can get it
I don't pose threats
I show death in ya face
No sweat
Your whole neck's gettin' laced
So bet,
It's a taste of what's coming to platforms
Fuck dumbing facts I'm covering raps on
Plus, I'm young and black
Tough
In God I trust
Get ya thumb from ya ass and call my bluff
Cause it's the season of just needing one reason
To up and beat em from eating on songs I love beasting
Gone

Written by:
Jeffrey Hughes

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