Dope to Your Episode

I'm a float dope
To your episode
No cope when the weapon unfolds
Nothing here is in control
Of what I let go
It's funny how you decompose
Destroying like a tornado
We at the same watering-hole
She throwing up in the toilet bowl
Oh look at her chubby hole
No muster roll
For real bosses
You should know
Just keep it funky and rock and roll
Level up the prices for those keyholes
Got me out the foxhole
So Troth slow
This is Ecelugich, not south pole
Broke niggas waiting on payroll
You gone suffocate without air holes
Yellow flames out the pipes like burning soft coal
This is not a theoretical role
Fighting fire with my body and soul
You gone be needing medical
For activated charcoal

What's a promise if it's not fulfilled
Drawing the shortest straw
And still, come up with gold like
Rumpelstiltskin
Haven't you heard yet
Don't phucks with him
He'll kut your skin
You outto luck to fix that win
And your bucks to chill
And your luck to win
Or to fix your truck
Fuck rhyming for bucks
Or a nine to five that sucks
If I can sell this here dope five
I'll be straight
The fabric for reality no jive
You still be fake
No magic for your majesty
Poof
Get them suckers away from me
We talking amnesty
Can you feel the agony
Changing it up with alchemy
Still spending money
During bankruptcy
Thankful to my connect and strategy
Forget chasing vanity
You can't build with constructive fraud
Y'all don't want me to walk with God
Or chill from the stress in cape cod
Talking this truth with no facade
I'll give you what you want with no applaud
My skin color is already outlawed
I'll kill you
On God



Credits
Writer(s): Croesus Ecelugich
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