featuring Unique London



Unique London:

Guess on the mix it's about time I wanna hear some shit

Thirstin Howl the third Skillionaire spit nigga



Thirstin:

Guess on the mix coming straight out of the hell lab

With that Thirstin Howl the third shit no one else has

Return of the rhythm slave turntable belt lash

Welfare bitches don't wait till check day because they sell fast

(U.L: Guess on the mix)

Cuts in Chinese Morse code, scratches are gordo

Mixes tighter than his corn rolls

Thirstin Howl the third, cross roads and burn bridges

So I doubt if they'll be an emcee left living in the rap jungle

I'm an explained, in habitat in a battle I'm polite like

(U.L.: Would you like me to help you pack your bags)

Tyson, coming in the ring without my mouthpiece

Grouchy, overweight alki, the right hooks lousy but got a left jab

My runaway flow will give you jet lag

I'm nasty when it comes to sex in the eardrum

I freak the track like to Korean lesbians with pierced tongues

Dope, without ever walking near drugs

A mouth so nasty, you won't want to share cups

A lone star sheriff, 5 mics, 4 stars and stripes along with merits

Ralph Lauren polo appearance

Life of crime, learned from both parole parents

Bullet gold card in a laminate

(U.L.: Never leave home without mine)

Guess on the mix its about time



Thirstin Howl the third, Skillionaire



Watch your back, my mic is cocked nigga