Earf

It feel like a Saturday, I'm riding with the baddest bitch
And if you see my cabbages, just know that I'm the rabbit bitch
And if you want to tag a tongue, you better have it sticking out
My poison ivy pack a punch
I take your bitch and dick her down
I'm Brian, but you're calling me a name I don't fuck with
I could be seen as a sideshow but I'm really top interest
Bring better performances with my files corrupted
I hit the bat and pass it back without a cough like it's nothing, uh
T Trio had a slap and deniers just sitting back
And wiping tears from their iris'
Bitch it's been a couple years since big Brian got by
And I had a lavish dream
Now I watch Aladdin with the whole tard team
I don't order post mates, my mates post orders
If you don't be complying, it'll be post mortem
And I'm not pushing brooms, I shove that shit up their asses
I'm never cleaning the classrooms, I just jizz in the math books
Cause Dale just got that dub-d forty striking like a matchbook
When he hits a clean tile and it's squeaking like a rats nest
Don't party if you're gonna act like a retard
Slap a bitch with my dick, say I lost my v-card
Well I got my teeth sharpened
I look harder than a cracked out apartment
In the winter of the Bronx bitch

I don't order post mates, my mates post orders
If you don't be complying, it'll be post mortem
I don't order post mates, my mates post orders
If you don't be complying, it'll be post mortem

Blast through the glass, shattered out the bowels of hell
I'm like a mad scientist, and they can call me evil Dale
I can break your mother fucking arm and twist it inside out
If you touching on my Lunchable's Capri Sun Pouch
And I'm fiending for a cigarette, I'm smoking till my lungs collapse
I'm sounding like Jesus when I'm talking with the voice of wrath
Cyanide Kool-Aid, that's how I do it
Man, the silicone death, bite the dust, feeling no pain
No gains, no way, I don't really need it
I'm a big bad gorilla, on my chest Imma beat it
Got kicked out of college and I landed on my fucking head
I built my own school and now I talk to the dead
Had the whole clique rise up, now we taking over blocks
Take the whole planet and we'll shove it in a shoe box
For the Glocks, rack them up and take those shots
Seven different ways of being mad, now I'm pissed off
Spy Kids watch on my wrist, your times spent
Don't mind my thoughts, keep 'em locked in the basement
I don't want a new toy, I'll just fucking break it
High blood pressure, I keep it medicated

I don't order post mates, my mates post orders
If you don't be complying, it'll be post mortem
I don't order post mates, my mates post orders
If you don't be complying, it'll be post mortem

Sock a mother fucker like a foot
I can read them like a book
Get it heated like a cook, mother fucker
Putting all my cookies in a bowl
Glue cookies from your hoe
Tryna show you what it took, mother fucker and I panic
I don't even stand a chance, but I'm making a way
I got a lot of antics but they even paving a way
Bitch I'm Going Ape, I'm Tony Danza, I'll blow you away
Fully automatic AK but I'm using a shank
Yes, I see you out there, ask me if I care
Time damaging my tires but I'm running a spare
I don't give a fuck if you're here or if you disappeared
You're a fake fuck cuck so I guess that it's fair
So see it to believe it
I got a fucking cock so long, you would think I was Jesus
Your boyfriend look like a little Leave It To Beaver
So I grab him by his hair and cut him up with the cleaver
Bitch