Sickle Cell Songtext
von Count Bass D

From the slaughterhouse to the supermarket′s how I spark it
Nigga is vigorous, some old loan shark shit
Make more racks, not Netflix and chillax
Test my syntax? You need to relax More beats than Dart Adams tweets
Niggas nasty, sit on any old toilet seat
Some race rats and chase cats, I speak facts
To the players and macks whose pockets jam-packed


Don't mistake my confidence for arrogance
The ways in which you rail against leadership
Feeble stone ships sink my battleships
So let it rip, got drums, not drumettes or wing tips
Sense of smell from the depths of hell
In a nutshell, iller than sickle cell