Dead Legs

Yo, I got dead legs
All this runnin' about dusting from feds
Walking on clouds got me feeling all vexxed
Where's the solution do i cop a ped

Or do i make the bop shorter hop the fence like a border
I bucked a piff ting named georgia
Unfortunately i had to torture her ex mans
Because he wanted to get mouthy at the event fam

That weren't on
Skinny white boy i aint strong
But i'll turn psycho, make you feel all wrong
Don't test the bars I ain't writing no song
I'm not perfect but all the trappin got long
So i strung it out lengthy like schlong
Don't piss me off or i'll come to your house
And wrap you up in cloth

I aint hitting the broth
I will move how I want
Bebas bold bitch that is my font

Don't test the best we don't care
Anyhow I see you round anywhere
I'll rip ya wig off n stare at your hair
Silly little boy sit down take a chair

Some people say that i'm loose
Others say they know I can't lose
Floating like a boat on a cruise
I will dislocate and bruck up your tooth

I said the game can be mean
Rap game got me feeling all lean
Like i just sipped 5 from the sippy cup of dreams
Now I wanna roll up lick the seams
Smoke up toke up you might see
Lemme sit ya girl down tell her bout the birds and the bees
Then have that bitch sucking on her knees

I love big backs
I share big stacks
In the studio i'm santa with a sack
Got about a 9 rack
In the back
Don't test me you'll get whacked
I'll get your dad buzzing off ya mums new crack

I'm sinister
I will punish your sister
Leave your mum with blista'
Wrote a whole track and didn't even have to diss ya

Because you know it's for you
I'm sending for your twos
And if i don't get them
Then i'll come greece lightning footloose
Quite frightening like you've just been slewed
Little nitty just got chewed

Really wanna face me dude
Think you need to think this one through
I'm so sick I see you in the sink you spewed
Volatile dangerous realign your eyes turn up the hue

Slap a neek up turn him black and blue
Nick ya wallet, have ya move animatronic
And rob your shoes
You choose

I aint hitting the broth
I will move how I want
Bebas bold bitch that is my font

I was so lazy hazy
Mind in a daze g
You wouldn't believe me
If you saw what i achieved b

Last 5 years
Musta downed about a million beers
Tyskie, lech even ya dads tears
Brutal, fruitful can i get a cheers
Hear that sound, resonating in your ears
Also the sound of about a kilo of gear
Yeah, that's loud and clear
I shouted out to your girl come near
Don't fear, you'll see sheer

Intellectual testicals, not moving like vegetable
Acceptable, Respectable, pokemon we collect em all
Legible for a flight
Right back to nepal

I aint hitting the broth
I will move how I want
Bebas bold bitch that is my font



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Bennett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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