Redhotskull
Chunk Boner pacing back in town
The line run long, drive through wrapped around
I'm flipping tracks like flapjacks on the stove
Blow pack in the black grass, garden gnomes
I was kicking on the cliff until the cid hit the brain
Kids rolling spliffs, skid marks in the caves
Twigs in the crib, drove the whip with the shade
Rocking tints giving hints that the prince smoking haze
Feel the shift of the gift, I insist that we flip on the script
Got a wish that I grip in my fist hold my wits at my end
Got no time to pretend
I'm gonna kick flip, thick lips rhyme to the trends
Boulevard stepping, I'm adding another record
Black from the head to the toe, but the shoes they be checkers
Corduroy jacket with the leather
Cuts in the jeans of the boy with the cheddar
Go getter, more sweater, layers in the fit shield the cold weather
Home wrecker
Goal setter, and I'm hitting the mark
I'm in a tank full of the fish and I swim with the sharks
Sparking the darts
Racking up a faction of carts
I'm blowing stank in a point blank passion remark
Throwing dank to the joined ranks, ration the parts
Chained to the mainframe because I happen to spar
The line run long, drive through wrapped around
I'm flipping tracks like flapjacks on the stove
Blow pack in the black grass, garden gnomes
I was kicking on the cliff until the cid hit the brain
Kids rolling spliffs, skid marks in the caves
Twigs in the crib, drove the whip with the shade
Rocking tints giving hints that the prince smoking haze
Feel the shift of the gift, I insist that we flip on the script
Got a wish that I grip in my fist hold my wits at my end
Got no time to pretend
I'm gonna kick flip, thick lips rhyme to the trends
Boulevard stepping, I'm adding another record
Black from the head to the toe, but the shoes they be checkers
Corduroy jacket with the leather
Cuts in the jeans of the boy with the cheddar
Go getter, more sweater, layers in the fit shield the cold weather
Home wrecker
Goal setter, and I'm hitting the mark
I'm in a tank full of the fish and I swim with the sharks
Sparking the darts
Racking up a faction of carts
I'm blowing stank in a point blank passion remark
Throwing dank to the joined ranks, ration the parts
Chained to the mainframe because I happen to spar
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Writer(s): Brody Burton
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