Moon Landing

Get TF away from me
You see these entities
Who could love they enemy
Secret recipe
Heating up the stove
Got damnit let it breath
I been on go!
Ops can't infect, we
Too deadly Jon dough
And when he on the blow
Just call em Jon snow

What's war to my brothers sucka niggas better know
Hoorah twistin' scripture since it ain't no woods to roll - woah
Smokin' holy Ghost, gross finna sell my soul

Fuck you! And everything she do, goodbye salute
One look into them eyes are Never ending skies of goo
Slime landed on the moon
Slime landed on the moon

No point of return
Until the president knock on my door there's a fear that I must never learn
All about Earnin', they prolly concerned how we burnin' up, churn after churn
Heater go block! part of a season- mo' murder, mo' murder, mo' surgeons
Bunch a bullshit Dough allergic
Ya trick down mala cuz a P not for certain
Hold it right Tia, my Nina been hurtin'
Son showing the family, won't ever desert 'em
Fuck Tony Montana, this free arm berserkin'
Nazi motha fuckas deleted in cursive
Stupid ideology unimpressive
Good luck taking somethin' from me bitch I'm Messi
Good luck taking somethin' from me bitch I'm Mexican



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Bosch
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