Chippewa drive

Settle down in the D Chippewa Drive Neighbors want beef on my feet warfare in my eyes, Gonna bring the ginger heat exterminate defeat, these parasites in paradise. got these neighbors next door, Jim and Deanne, Cocky stance, fake romance, livin’ life like a scam, Entitled hands reachin’ out, but never lift when it counts, Got a mouth full of venom but their brains on discount, Racist tones, throwin’ stones, while they sittin’ on glass, Actin’ better than the block, but they trash in a mask, Animal abusers, losers, puttin’ pain on the pets, Talkin’ loud about respect but they ain’t paid no debts, I’m the scribe with the pen, let the syllables bend, Every insult that you send gets returned in the end, I’m the landlord of bars, y’all just tenants of hate, Snap the arrogance in half like a Kit Kat break, You two the type to start fires just to watch smoke take, Claim class, but couldn’t spell it out on a test, I’m possessed with the stress, turn into finesse, Catch wreck, let me flex, intellect intersect, Every time I interject, y’all reflect disrespect, So I dissect your neglect. Y’all the couple from the gutter tryna cover in gold, But the glitter never holds when the spirit is cold, Yo, I’m moldin’ molten words, the lava it flow’s Jim and Deanne better vanish ‘fore I kick down the door, This the war cry, neighbor’s lie, but the truth gon’ shine, I’mma bury y’all in syllables, one line at a time. Settle down in the D on Chippewa Drive Neighbors want beef, on my feet warfare in my eyes, Gonna bring the ginger heat exterminate defeat, these parasites in paradise. entitled parasites, livin’ life like a tax, Stealin’ peace from the block while you stab in the back, Got the laugh of a vulture, screech of a crow, Jim’s cocky but sloppy, can’t control his own temper, Deanne’s snooty with a mouth that could rot through a censor, I got patience but it’s breakin’ like a bone on the fall, Scratch your names with the shame in the paint of my bars, Send the scars to the stars, they gon’ echo who you are, You entitled, spiteful, hateful, ungrateful, disgraceful, This is fable-meets-fact, when I rap it’s exact, Every syllable attack is a blade through the act, I don’t need to raise a fist, I got scripts for the war, Every metaphor I score is a nail in the door, So remember who you mess with when you flex that chin, I’m the neighbor with the pen that’ll sink your sin,Animal abusers? Man, that’s the lowest of lows, Hope the karma that you planted is the seed that grows, So when you look out your window, see the storm comin’ in, It’s the ghost of your behavior with the pad and pen, And I’ll keep writin’ ‘til the fightin’ finds its final refrain, Jim and Deanne in the dirt, buried deep in the shame. Settle down in the D on Chippewa Drive Neighbors want beef with Goody, King Gingers on scene means no pulling punches, warning shots, or room to breathe, Red Ronin on site killing off all these parasites in paradise… welcome to that Goody life with KG, TGB!!!