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Would I be more manic
If I ate all organic
Laid on my porch in a hammock
You soft as a s'more sandwich
Ya forehead look like 4 planets
It's gigantic matter fact make it five planets
Ohhh shoot we
Forgot to grab the strap outta the hooptie
Like drugs do me
Throw it deep, Doug Flutie
Chill out, smoke a spliff
Before you end up on Maury Povich and Judge Judy
Fake stay woke bitch
Fudge gooey, yuck patooey, Hockaloogie
They be talking bullshit but it don't mean nothing to me
Put ya trust in dude please
Or get ya head bust with a rusty screwgie
Just your nuts
Layin' on a dresser
Hit them with a spiked bat like BLAOW
Musty ass Tims on my feet
Crusty ass Benz on my street
Fuck has happened to my peeps
Luck has chosen other fleets
Musty ass Tims on my feet
Crusty ass Benz on my street
Fuck has happened to my peeps
Luck has chosen other fleets
It's all good though
What the fuck was that
I don't know
You could kiss my nutsack from the back
That's fine wanna be a cowgirl
Hop on your high horse and take a saddle ride
I'm off track, out of time, out of line
How come my competition's always out of rhymes
Clean up time
You was batter nine
Only time you got on base was infield fly
Crash a boat into the Trump marina
While he's under subpoena
Drunk a 'rita with some jungle fever
Then I drive home for brunch on Easter
Kiss my keister
I think that you should all stop it
You false prophets
When the song drop in, ya jaw dropping
Act like you highly exalted you pork chopping
Get fat, get drunk, cork popping
You don't rap
Tried it out once when you saw Compton
Nobody has the vision
Nobody does
If anybody probably us
You riding shotty on the bus
You got a hobby not a buzz
And I can see you hold a grudge
Ouch
Swept it under a rug
Just because we ain't in harmony like Bone Thugs
Life ain't all sunshine and rose buds
Sometimes tough guy it's fine to show love
Musty ass Tims on my feet
Crusty ass Benz on my street
Fuck has happened to my peeps
Luck has chosen other fleets
Musty ass Tims on my feet
Crusty ass Benz on my street
Fuck has happened to my peeps
Luck has chosen other fleets
If I ate all organic
Laid on my porch in a hammock
You soft as a s'more sandwich
Ya forehead look like 4 planets
It's gigantic matter fact make it five planets
Ohhh shoot we
Forgot to grab the strap outta the hooptie
Like drugs do me
Throw it deep, Doug Flutie
Chill out, smoke a spliff
Before you end up on Maury Povich and Judge Judy
Fake stay woke bitch
Fudge gooey, yuck patooey, Hockaloogie
They be talking bullshit but it don't mean nothing to me
Put ya trust in dude please
Or get ya head bust with a rusty screwgie
Just your nuts
Layin' on a dresser
Hit them with a spiked bat like BLAOW
Musty ass Tims on my feet
Crusty ass Benz on my street
Fuck has happened to my peeps
Luck has chosen other fleets
Musty ass Tims on my feet
Crusty ass Benz on my street
Fuck has happened to my peeps
Luck has chosen other fleets
It's all good though
What the fuck was that
I don't know
You could kiss my nutsack from the back
That's fine wanna be a cowgirl
Hop on your high horse and take a saddle ride
I'm off track, out of time, out of line
How come my competition's always out of rhymes
Clean up time
You was batter nine
Only time you got on base was infield fly
Crash a boat into the Trump marina
While he's under subpoena
Drunk a 'rita with some jungle fever
Then I drive home for brunch on Easter
Kiss my keister
I think that you should all stop it
You false prophets
When the song drop in, ya jaw dropping
Act like you highly exalted you pork chopping
Get fat, get drunk, cork popping
You don't rap
Tried it out once when you saw Compton
Nobody has the vision
Nobody does
If anybody probably us
You riding shotty on the bus
You got a hobby not a buzz
And I can see you hold a grudge
Ouch
Swept it under a rug
Just because we ain't in harmony like Bone Thugs
Life ain't all sunshine and rose buds
Sometimes tough guy it's fine to show love
Musty ass Tims on my feet
Crusty ass Benz on my street
Fuck has happened to my peeps
Luck has chosen other fleets
Musty ass Tims on my feet
Crusty ass Benz on my street
Fuck has happened to my peeps
Luck has chosen other fleets
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Writer(s): 0, Timothy Sullivan
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