Legendary Super Spacey Dark Gothic Funny Comedic 90s raw savage street flow-etry delivery meets Ultra 808 Supreme Bass Test type Hip Banger with clean clear crisp male vocals and centered engineering
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[Intro]
Cark Narker Fart Blockers Reeboks and a foot locker knock'n like a flock of whackas hawk ahs and neck duckers like quack-quack motherfuckers...
[V1]
Luck'd have you moe fucked than being tummy tucked and buck
Pack'n a couple of staips like a lair in a laip
Mishaps of a itchy trigger finger, linger
Like a cunt in defunct function
Too many regenerated immatations of the dictionary
So I play dichotomies with all thine enemies
Like enny meany my knee no-no there's no mov mightier than
A few mini thin monkeys bang'n on a monks keys
So-so what I took a few moe doses than I was supposed to
Didn't the Doc say take it all in at you own discretions
Ration 'em Lefty Slim for no man's ever been ready
Foe this low brim so slowly-slowly burn'n
Like a Gatlin's wishes of retro-retro-butions
Where I'm hover'n over the button, dare-n
No more like demand'n all man, to go in
All in as if the only prize is a toe tag
And that's it you bag'd like tag you it
Which isn't it you hit and that's it!
[Refrain]
[V2]
Go furs go for-four doors in between days
Not know'n there's shadows who lurking
Just geek you too mentally weak to see 'em
See what just exactly the exact catastrophic measures it takes to
Take two clicks of a hot sec to step sites set like
Ain't no time for waits pausies or hold ups
Times up and whoopsies double tap
And you back at the spawn-pawns
That I've already long been shucked
Like just get fucked nukas and eye
Bet eye be eye that there ain't no loophole
like a microphone a hone in all the Homer's
Who roam like an aroma you bessa make way
Massa don't play whether it's with the words of cheap shots o' actually shots
And that's not parlay really that's all gun play really
Now we can go for huck or berries and see who gets fucked
Just nasty ugly shit we say and dont mean
But do we really when there so many fake as fuck suck ass fuck nukas
Walk'n wonder'n around towns as if their some kind of heir, to what? Hot air?
Everything about this glocken shit peel laga itches from the barrel muzzles to the handles that are butted up against these palms
By all means we can turn tonight into a Psalm & right fuck'n now & we can call it
Two Pounds of Calm...
[Refrain]
[V3]
What's diverse? How a divergent cunt pursues me or eludes me
Illusions are just usury of loosely defined
But re-defined assumptions and that's assuming you isn't referring to me
Best be all about the airy of the diction like an addiction
Ore maybe an E-rection cuz the the only way you get'n in-is by such a way of force
We'll all know just which side of the forse you used to co-eherse of course I'm cursed
All my hucks were shucked when-when-hence forth
I sallied up these ponies and went
GERONIMO!
And lept, so yeah you two feet leep'n frogs can't even win a Darwin
And yet think your on the brink
Of what? Blink'n? Bill-Code out cold
Windows of what Hell's furnace is, finances
And the fine ant over see-ers
Now let me just adjust the ah-rear-ages
And we can square up at any core of an Ale
Wonder what they meant when they said I was a menace not unlike Denise
Too dense of word play oh okay
Just let me know when we can play tombstone dominoes
That's all I was ever trained for anyways...
[Refrain]
