the cough bomber's return
For many years, the hack tone wandered
The crust and crunge saundering, soldering, soldiering
In aim of the slice most amiable, until silence
Finally, the cough bomber has returned to us
R.A.P. Ferreira, the last cough bomber
R.A.P. Ferreira, the last cough bomber
Chalked it up to the fact I wasn't hackin' it
If I may quote the atlas
It's too few smiles between here and Minneapolis
Methodist logic of the sausage party
Not a pilot, I just take to the sky like I'm Matt Hardy
This beat remind me of angels turning coat
Ruby yachts and burning boats
I see many things
The line is jammed with callers
First to get cut prolly grew the tallest
Off-center bald spot, Rasheed Wallace
Comedy of errors, ontological terror
Tellin' me I don't know what ugly is
Black is a function of nothingness
Black is closing your eyes post concussion, it's
Black Orpheus, of course it is, of course it is
Finding your life dominated by voices and forces
The shapes the shoes of horses
Little ticklish melodies
When the good ideas are felonies
That's called living in a society
Perceived impropriety
Yeah, I know all about it, but I ain't tellin' you nothin'
Wake up and smell the muffins
Wake up and smell the muffins
What did your dough make you
What did your dough make you
Wake up and smell the muffins
Finally, finally
The cough bomber has returned to us
R.A.P. Ferreira, the last cough bomber
Can you even believe it my friends?
The cough bomber has returned to us again
Can you even believe it my friends?
The cough bomber has returned to us again
Frinky little MCs must get dissed
Frinky little MCs must get dissed
Frinky little MCs must get dissed
And that's the way it is
I'm back up on my oatmeal cookies
They real old rookies, lousy blues
Lose lookies, few snook me
Hullabaloo, full of cashews
Bullets never as cool
Never slid the tassel left
Didn't have to, impress yourself
Read the 29th beatitude
When one decides to be attitude
Longitudinal accelerance
Various celebrants
Soul folks noodling excellence
Never not woodshedding
Break the huddle on three
Yes, I'll keep betting on me
I'm back up on my oatmeal
I'm back up on my oatmeal cookies
I'm back up on my oatmeal
Oatmeal cookies
The crust and crunge saundering, soldering, soldiering
In aim of the slice most amiable, until silence
Finally, the cough bomber has returned to us
R.A.P. Ferreira, the last cough bomber
R.A.P. Ferreira, the last cough bomber
Chalked it up to the fact I wasn't hackin' it
If I may quote the atlas
It's too few smiles between here and Minneapolis
Methodist logic of the sausage party
Not a pilot, I just take to the sky like I'm Matt Hardy
This beat remind me of angels turning coat
Ruby yachts and burning boats
I see many things
The line is jammed with callers
First to get cut prolly grew the tallest
Off-center bald spot, Rasheed Wallace
Comedy of errors, ontological terror
Tellin' me I don't know what ugly is
Black is a function of nothingness
Black is closing your eyes post concussion, it's
Black Orpheus, of course it is, of course it is
Finding your life dominated by voices and forces
The shapes the shoes of horses
Little ticklish melodies
When the good ideas are felonies
That's called living in a society
Perceived impropriety
Yeah, I know all about it, but I ain't tellin' you nothin'
Wake up and smell the muffins
Wake up and smell the muffins
What did your dough make you
What did your dough make you
Wake up and smell the muffins
Finally, finally
The cough bomber has returned to us
R.A.P. Ferreira, the last cough bomber
Can you even believe it my friends?
The cough bomber has returned to us again
Can you even believe it my friends?
The cough bomber has returned to us again
Frinky little MCs must get dissed
Frinky little MCs must get dissed
Frinky little MCs must get dissed
And that's the way it is
I'm back up on my oatmeal cookies
They real old rookies, lousy blues
Lose lookies, few snook me
Hullabaloo, full of cashews
Bullets never as cool
Never slid the tassel left
Didn't have to, impress yourself
Read the 29th beatitude
When one decides to be attitude
Longitudinal accelerance
Various celebrants
Soul folks noodling excellence
Never not woodshedding
Break the huddle on three
Yes, I'll keep betting on me
I'm back up on my oatmeal
I'm back up on my oatmeal cookies
I'm back up on my oatmeal
Oatmeal cookies
Credits
Writer(s): Rory Allen Philip Ferreira
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