Slim Vs. Pickles

crying like a bitch
threw him in the ditch
so i could steal his money
and become filthy rich
but now you want it back
so after me you went
but like a dollar in a strip club
you done got spent
im like super man so call me clark kent
you homless on the street cant pay rent
we living sucker free like a motherfuckin PIMP
and our words hittin hard making fuckers limp

Took his money but spent it all
We run but we fall
We crawl but we stall
Stuck up against a wall
Tell yea heard daddy call
You run home like a baby doll
Hopen hes alive
But it was only pickles running you silly
So next time you wanna get down dilly
Make sure you dont fall for the P Diddy crimes

the crimes i pull are so fucking cheeky
never lame cuz i dont do geeky
but when i meet his wife she was way freaky
she sucked my dick at the table and thought she was sneaky
this isnt a frog so dont try and leap me
if weeds what you want you just gotta beep me
cuz i got the hook up and sell it discreetly
making headlines in HIGH TIMES WEEKLY

Californa Kush to the best
Shitty rip offs for the rest
Get mad at me, ill pop yo chest
Make you fall apart like an old birds nest
Dont try to argue, and say 'you da best'
Cause im top dog, I said 'you aint shit'
When we battle, and I begin to spit
You cry, and throw a wimpy ass fit
Run to the cops like a snitch
To late, you got popped bitch

ya niggas talk hard
so u dont understand the life
spittin street shit cuz u think its tight...
bet if i catch u and spit in ur face..
u and pickles run quick like u was gettin chased by jakes
u talk about murder and pistols, i read that u said u got one
but how u killin shit if u said that u never popped one??
Nigga im the top gun
even if i didnt have any bullets, u'd still get pistol whipped with the prop gun
this is just a warm up.. wait till im hot son
i know about big guns but dont need to use em...
especially to lil niggas that just speakin abusive..
alberta canada?? what hood is that..
nigga im from DC.. where we move that crack..
Dope rhyme suppling in the DMV..
step ya game up and read.. dont be like me

look at this fool trying to ruin great shit
he claims to run streets but only runs lips
his flow to slow like dixe chicks
stupid mother fucker only chokes on dicks
just like the rest of these pricks
making me reach into my bag of tricks
then stacking him straight like a row of bricks
cuz your flow is boaring like chick flicks
you throwin punches im throwing kicks
now go back to the country you little cowboy hicks
cuz me and slim will live forever
so when you say die we say never
cant stop us 2 sly and clever
your vocal cords we just sever
then pushing you down like a footlever

Only the gas pedal
Man you be britle
Piss me off, and youll find me in the mornin
On your baby girl, moanin
Cause you know, I hit hard
And I fly harder, and I never drop my gaurd
Might be Alberta, Canada
But bitch Red Deer is where I claw the street
Show no fear, when I feel yo heat
Man they know me as the boy that kills beats
So when you rollen on my block, in my feet
Youll be fighten a rep you can not hold
So when I pop out nice and bold
I dont use guns, I like it up cloose and person, im cold hearted
But knife to throat is they way I keep it parted
Take 5 knuckles to a gun fight
You call me dum, I call it war
So get the fuck outta this cypher before I kick in your door
And make you fall low
Cause you got that weak flow
Maken you fall like the snow
While my glory begins to glow like a firefly
You just got ripped by Pickles and I

people aiming at us like we the prez
so we gunna have to flip our tounge like some kinda lez
cuz we smoke green these bitches scrape rez
silly little hoes better duck there headz
cuz we aiming at you tell your sheetz turn red
straight make you bleed out yo head
ratting on me you tight with the fed
you soft little bitch call you water bed
we could stop here cuz nuff been said
but we cant break it off like pencil led
hitting you hard going over heelz over head
im never gunna stop cuz im a fucking purebred

Purebred to the street
I popped out, and hopen in tossin rocks
By the time I was 10, I ran the block
Then came 16 and I cant get popped
They saw me, and said, 'he aint no threat'
I just sat back waiten to deal the next bet
Then me and Mr. highfive met
My boyz took him out with led
Right in the neck, even I was red
Runnin with Green Monster Productions
And I got the whole town behind my eruptions
Ive always been told loosen aint an option
All my life, thats been ma only action
Now look at me, im your opposin faction

Opposin fraction ribs we crakin
steal the car cuz we hijackin
when you fools at work we relaxin
bong hits now we hackin
cuz the weed we never lackin
dont play games or we attackin
cuz me and slim stay straight mackin
tell the end when we send ya packin

You be flyen
Cause we hit you hard, aint even tryen
Smoked weed tell I became a permafry
People always said, stoners aint shit
I smoke the chronic, then I spit
Then your throwen a fit
Because you got ate by it
Now yea see? we send yea packen
Cause pickles and slim double stacken then joints

double stackin like a burger
but i aint no fry
when we split your shit and make you cry
cuz in the movie im the bad guy
we popin shit off like the 4th of july
you know we stay high
the only way we spit
all the haters hatin cuz me and slim the shit
we rockin hard like the misfits
PAUSE gotta take a hit
only the danks not the snikle fritz
so we living large you livin in pits
and i just ate you up like we havin gritz

In the court room with wide as grinz
Almost as big as ma, 21" rims
The Judge dont like me
Cause I fucked his wifey
Last time I was here, I went to juivy
It was like pop corn at a movie
So next time you sayen I should be in fear
Make sure you know what level I run my gears
Even when I popped ma mommy, I didnt drop tears
Cause I looked at it like, the bitch had it comin

ive been gone for awhile but i still be comin strong
catching places on fire like im made of napalm
you bitches gettin nervous my nerves remain calm
untill i decided to blow like a pipe bomb
you motherfuckers cant compare to the level we on
call yourself going then me and slim gone
having flash backs like war in vietnam
when i slap you a 5 grab the rock out my palm
leave you bloddy like a bitch after prom
you never gettin pussy you punk ass peeping tom

Peeping tom, like a nuclear bomb
Hit the ground like we flow threw the tomb
Back up make some room
Drunk freestyle while we call you a goon
With one flow to say
We all grow up in L.A.
Where the angels pray
And the stoners play
Wake up the next day
Token to make the hatred slide away
Right side, to the left pound
Layen on the ground, awake to a pro-noun
Now its hard to understand how a couple hours earlier
Your face looked a little perttier
Pass on the mic to pickles
Watch as his flow grows on an trickles

Like a falling waterfall, and a freestyle call