Sleeping Dogs
I eat, breathe, shit rap
I grew up in the culture like kombucha
Even when I'm stoned I could charm Medusa into doing Kama sutra on a llama hallelujah
And a assalamu alaikum
I left a message on some etch's-sketches, read em and then shake em
I don't like the drama but
I got five sleeping dogs and you don't wanna wake em
You're like a narc
I'm like a narco
I'm writing bars
You're scanning barcodes
You wanna go far
You won't get to Fargo
Pull around the car bro
Pack it up like cargo
I'm dressed nice, polite, and I'm well spoken
But a few drinks in I will sin like Owen
My money don't jiggle jiggle, It goes clank
When I drop my card on the counter at the bank
Click click bang yeah that's onomatopoeia
I know you wanna be me but I don't wanna be ya
When I look up at the sky god flinches
His pupils dilate, hands shake, jaw clenches
I'm six seven eight
That's six feet, seven figures, eight inches
Two truths and a lie
I think I got the answer to the question of life
It doesn't really matter cuz we're all gonna die
Skinny dipping in the lake with my penis to the sky
Never on the waitlist already in there
All over her tits and ass like swimwear
I just made a new hit song outta thin air
Women keep on asking me the secret to my skincare
I'll never tell
You thought I was done?
You'll know when I'm done
Eyes like bambi, words like an ink blot
Mouth like brandy, fist like a slingshot
Voice like candy, mind on the ring pop
Herbs Pakistani and the money is real
God damn I spit hail
I could try to teach you but I think that ship's sailed
Broken mirror, light out, and a missing hubcap
I used to sell weed, now the government does that
Fuck rap, that's enough of the similies
Are you kidding me? Ain't nobody kin to me
All you do is fap, nap, crap, all that yap yap
All your rap is cap, what I speak facsimile
Untamed vagabond tyrant
One time a teacher he told me to be quiet
He sent me to detention and gave me a C+
So I cut his dick off, I gave him a D-
Who let this man cook?
56 bars I don't need no hook
15 yards cuz I'm roughing the passer
Go against me? Ha! Fucking disaster
I grew up in the culture like kombucha
Even when I'm stoned I could charm Medusa into doing Kama sutra on a llama hallelujah
And a assalamu alaikum
I left a message on some etch's-sketches, read em and then shake em
I don't like the drama but
I got five sleeping dogs and you don't wanna wake em
You're like a narc
I'm like a narco
I'm writing bars
You're scanning barcodes
You wanna go far
You won't get to Fargo
Pull around the car bro
Pack it up like cargo
I'm dressed nice, polite, and I'm well spoken
But a few drinks in I will sin like Owen
My money don't jiggle jiggle, It goes clank
When I drop my card on the counter at the bank
Click click bang yeah that's onomatopoeia
I know you wanna be me but I don't wanna be ya
When I look up at the sky god flinches
His pupils dilate, hands shake, jaw clenches
I'm six seven eight
That's six feet, seven figures, eight inches
Two truths and a lie
I think I got the answer to the question of life
It doesn't really matter cuz we're all gonna die
Skinny dipping in the lake with my penis to the sky
Never on the waitlist already in there
All over her tits and ass like swimwear
I just made a new hit song outta thin air
Women keep on asking me the secret to my skincare
I'll never tell
You thought I was done?
You'll know when I'm done
Eyes like bambi, words like an ink blot
Mouth like brandy, fist like a slingshot
Voice like candy, mind on the ring pop
Herbs Pakistani and the money is real
God damn I spit hail
I could try to teach you but I think that ship's sailed
Broken mirror, light out, and a missing hubcap
I used to sell weed, now the government does that
Fuck rap, that's enough of the similies
Are you kidding me? Ain't nobody kin to me
All you do is fap, nap, crap, all that yap yap
All your rap is cap, what I speak facsimile
Untamed vagabond tyrant
One time a teacher he told me to be quiet
He sent me to detention and gave me a C+
So I cut his dick off, I gave him a D-
Who let this man cook?
56 bars I don't need no hook
15 yards cuz I'm roughing the passer
Go against me? Ha! Fucking disaster
Credits
Writer(s): David The Pale Goblin
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