105-R

Yo they call me the Grandiloquent when I'm illin' it
Killin this beat like a mad supervillain
Like Doom
Although I got no doubles
But theres still a fair bit of toil and trouble yo
Witches, whistling, arrows tryna hit em'
Lyrical quiver but got a liver like a limp thing
Drinking, sinking, brews bottles clinking
Chinking eyes slim, like blindfold me with a shostring

Livin on a cloud like olympus
Hermes is my father got a message for you limp wrist slim dick pinpricks
Click the safety off my nine like its business
Open up yo head, try to fuckin listen
Doin this
With the fluidness
Of a stewardess
Cool and shit
Got my dick wrapped in her uterus
Fuckin Slick
Got my hair back like some elvis wig
Speedrun life like I got all the level skips

Like, in the stratosphere
Fuckin right we out here
Workin day and night
Constant flight, never try to fight
Adrenaline kickin' in, just commit another sin
Bout 5 buckies, 3 joints in, craving some dim sims, uh



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Writer(s): Sans Argonauts
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