Lost boy, underdog to lost causes
Jaws dropping with broads' jaws if caught watching mua (Awesome)
Conscience too large for noggin, bruh
Grog in hand taken back like follicle in pasta found
No name today, tomorrow lamb with Bronson
Comatose getting sucked off on a couch that ain't vacuumed
Honestly, beard is gross
Fuck status, skeet in quos
Leave Plan B like Rodri(guez/guess) who's on board
Flow crisp yet off kilter, ya'll just slobber on the mic
Like a dish of dog kibble, malt liquor in brown wrinkles
Paper match the RAW I'm taking hits of
Then pass to bruh who passed when my little
Ass had diaper rash red as snow, heard "rosebud" with last gasp
Then globe dropped for father, left, came back like Arnold
Calm 'till December come, whole month; (feel/Phil) Connors
Spilt Palmer on my white tee
Lil' white me spitting, ya'll need Heimlich / Maneuver
Through life like a wise monk
Who drunk driving past sirens in a swiped truck
The news black and blue, taste the rainbow
Pain from the bruise will remain, buddy they know, they go
Lay out the noose. Wanna hang? No
New phone who this? Prank just a prank
Stank man I stank, shorts contain a few zips
[Hook]
Oh my lord, don't hear my prayers
If palms together, I used Elmer's
Don't see diablo, but feel his stare
Both high and low, I'm in need of help. But get none
From fellow men or 10 nuns who said follow trends
Shit, I'll end some
Fingers point when blood sheds, 'cept when feds come
Put index down, use the next one
Fuck 'em
[Verse 2]
No traffic will experience clearance
Too many cooks steady searing up beef since
Copper turned green, liberty cracked, you can hear it
Say mister, where can I bum American Spirit?
Uncle (Sam on/salmon) that pink pigment
Three little piggies sitting pretty in a condo of brick, thinking
Wolves in a pack cannot damage the big picture? Go figure
They higher than Aang on Appa
Get bent rule bending that dangerous dogma
I came to conquer but weighed my options
And I placed more importance on the lamest problems
Dames with bottoms, strains of ganja
Need to strain aqua from my stream of conscience
Thought thoughts out the box betrayed the comic
Stripped that away, now I lay buck naked on neighbor's couch
Shit! Sorry, can't explain. Why bother?
We got lines (Lines)
On granite counters and rights (Rights)
We got lines (Lines)
For Apple products and rights (Rights)
We got lines (Lines)
For camel toe, huh, but rights? Right
We got lines (Lines)
For Tabby's come up and rights, right?
[Hook]
Oh my lord, don't hear my prayers
If palms together, I used Elmer's
Don't see diablo, but feel his stare
Both high and low, I'm in need of help. But get none
From fellow men or 10 nuns who said follow trends
Shit, I'll end some
Fingers point when blood sheds, 'cept when feds come
Put index down, use the next one
Fuck 'em
[Verse 1] Lost boy, underdog to lost causes Jaws dropping with broads' jaws if caught watching mua (Awesome) Conscience too large for noggin, bruh Grog in hand taken back like follicle in pasta found No name today, tomorrow lamb with Bronson Comatose getting sucked off on a couch that ain't vacuumed Honestly, beard is gross Fuck status, skeet in quos Leave Plan B like Rodri(guez/guess) who's on board Flow crisp yet off kilter, ya'll just slobber on the mic Like a dish of dog kibble, malt liquor in brown wrinkles Paper match the RAW I'm taking hits of Then pass to bruh who passed when my little Ass had diaper rash red as snow, heard "rosebud" with last gasp Then globe dropped for father, left, came back like Arnold Calm 'till December come, whole month; (feel/Phil) Connors Spilt Palmer on my white tee Lil' white me spitting, ya'll need Heimlich / Maneuver Through life like a wise monk Who drunk driving past sirens in a swiped truck The news black and blue, taste the rainbow Pain from the bruise will remain, buddy they know, they go Lay out the noose. Wanna hang? No New phone who this? Prank just a prank Stank man I stank, shorts contain a few zips [Hook] Oh my lord, don't hear my prayers If palms together, I used Elmer's Don't see diablo, but feel his stare Both high and low, I'm in need of help. But get none From fellow men or 10 nuns who said follow trends Shit, I'll end some Fingers point when blood sheds, 'cept when feds come Put index down, use the next one Fuck 'em [Verse 2] No traffic will experience clearance Too many cooks steady searing up beef since Copper turned green, liberty cracked, you can hear it Say mister, where can I bum American Spirit? Uncle (Sam on/salmon) that pink pigment Three little piggies sitting pretty in a condo of brick, thinking Wolves in a pack cannot damage the big picture? Go figure They higher than Aang on Appa Get bent rule bending that dangerous dogma I came to conquer but weighed my options And I placed more importance on the lamest problems Dames with bottoms, strains of ganja Need to strain aqua from my stream of conscience Thought thoughts out the box betrayed the comic Stripped that away, now I lay buck naked on neighbor's couch Shit! Sorry, can't explain. Why bother? We got lines (Lines) On granite counters and rights (Rights) We got lines (Lines) For Apple products and rights (Rights) We got lines (Lines) For camel toe, huh, but rights? Right We got lines (Lines) For Tabby's come up and rights, right? [Hook] Oh my lord, don't hear my prayers If palms together, I used Elmer's Don't see diablo, but feel his stare Both high and low, I'm in need of help. But get none From fellow men or 10 nuns who said follow trends Shit, I'll end some Fingers point when blood sheds, 'cept when feds come Put index down, use the next one Fuck 'em Explain Request ×
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