Son Of The Sun
Yeah, B to the C, I-S the G-O-A-T
Strengthen your spine 'cause I crack vertebraes
I'm a smooth motherfucker, you ain't gotta squeeze
Can't hide my scent with no lame Febreze, geez
Humbly, you can't fuck with me
Put a baguette up your ass, have you saying merci gratefully
C'est ça, l'esprit
10 thousand kilometers, came overseas
To snatch the keys from these lame-ass fleas
I'm on a spree, transmit disease
These hooks can K.O Ortiz
Cheese and rupees got her on her knees at ease
Saying please, sorry girl but I like to tease
I want the whole loaf and two of your buns, hun
Red nose Rudolph pull out the gun
Fuck your crumbs, I'm as hot as the sun
Boohoo, I'm top 2 and God is at #1, you bums
When it comes, it comes, if it runs, I'm running after it
(You know what they say about people switching up?)
Son of the Sun, it ain't no accident
(Well it's true bro, I ain't even got it like that yet)
Your shit watered down, no need for a laxative
(But people that I haven't talked to in a while)
(People that were hating on me)
The end packs a punch, the journey is a sacrament
(Were congratulating me, shit's crazy)
Yeah
I bet the pastor that baptized me wish he drowned me
Profoundly
I do it for the art, yeah I do it for my family
I'm safely and soundly simmering secondhandly
The first boil brewed me rapidly
When I pass, they'll probably study my anatomy
I don't fuck with bitches, man, that's bestiality
Y'all need morality, it's been an actuality
The beast don't mark me, I marked the beast
I'm in an array of greats, the shades are grays
This Chardonnay don't get to me
It feels lame to say, anyway
Guess what I'm tryna say
Don't approach me lamely
'Cause that's when I start to spray, bullets
Mullets massacred, I'm an ambassador
Your girl's loose, man, you should fasten her
She's on my nerves, jibber-jabbing all day
And she ain't the only one, it's an open buffet for me
When it comes, it comes, if it runs I'm running after it
(Let me tell you something about hoes, man, sit down)
Son of the Sun, it ain't no accident
(Girls these days are something like your mom's cooking)
Your shit watered down, no need for a laxative
(Whatever's on the plate, you gotta eat it)
The end packs a punch, the journey is a sacrament
(And whoever's around, you gotta feed 'em)
She's so stupid I put the D in dumb when it's due
Woohoo, can't wait for that thing to spew
Closed the zipper on my dick, got a ZZ bruise
This is my fate, homie
What is yours? You choose
No time for loose screws
Might unscrew you, brew you
'Till we get some goofy stew
Queue you, chew you
If needed kung fu you
Oh shit, what a lousy view
This is mass destruction, brain malfunction
Haters turn to fanboys
What a crazy conjunction
Clump corruption, breast reduction
Force of suction, group obstruction
Forced irruption, half-assed assumptions
(Fuck y'all for real)
Doubting the eruption
But it's all cool, dudes, pardon the interruption
In case I forgot to introduce
The Son of the Sun, 'bout to bust out the roof
ما بيقدروا يخبو
شو القصة يا قلبي
شو القصة يا قلبي
Strengthen your spine 'cause I crack vertebraes
I'm a smooth motherfucker, you ain't gotta squeeze
Can't hide my scent with no lame Febreze, geez
Humbly, you can't fuck with me
Put a baguette up your ass, have you saying merci gratefully
C'est ça, l'esprit
10 thousand kilometers, came overseas
To snatch the keys from these lame-ass fleas
I'm on a spree, transmit disease
These hooks can K.O Ortiz
Cheese and rupees got her on her knees at ease
Saying please, sorry girl but I like to tease
I want the whole loaf and two of your buns, hun
Red nose Rudolph pull out the gun
Fuck your crumbs, I'm as hot as the sun
Boohoo, I'm top 2 and God is at #1, you bums
When it comes, it comes, if it runs, I'm running after it
(You know what they say about people switching up?)
Son of the Sun, it ain't no accident
(Well it's true bro, I ain't even got it like that yet)
Your shit watered down, no need for a laxative
(But people that I haven't talked to in a while)
(People that were hating on me)
The end packs a punch, the journey is a sacrament
(Were congratulating me, shit's crazy)
Yeah
I bet the pastor that baptized me wish he drowned me
Profoundly
I do it for the art, yeah I do it for my family
I'm safely and soundly simmering secondhandly
The first boil brewed me rapidly
When I pass, they'll probably study my anatomy
I don't fuck with bitches, man, that's bestiality
Y'all need morality, it's been an actuality
The beast don't mark me, I marked the beast
I'm in an array of greats, the shades are grays
This Chardonnay don't get to me
It feels lame to say, anyway
Guess what I'm tryna say
Don't approach me lamely
'Cause that's when I start to spray, bullets
Mullets massacred, I'm an ambassador
Your girl's loose, man, you should fasten her
She's on my nerves, jibber-jabbing all day
And she ain't the only one, it's an open buffet for me
When it comes, it comes, if it runs I'm running after it
(Let me tell you something about hoes, man, sit down)
Son of the Sun, it ain't no accident
(Girls these days are something like your mom's cooking)
Your shit watered down, no need for a laxative
(Whatever's on the plate, you gotta eat it)
The end packs a punch, the journey is a sacrament
(And whoever's around, you gotta feed 'em)
She's so stupid I put the D in dumb when it's due
Woohoo, can't wait for that thing to spew
Closed the zipper on my dick, got a ZZ bruise
This is my fate, homie
What is yours? You choose
No time for loose screws
Might unscrew you, brew you
'Till we get some goofy stew
Queue you, chew you
If needed kung fu you
Oh shit, what a lousy view
This is mass destruction, brain malfunction
Haters turn to fanboys
What a crazy conjunction
Clump corruption, breast reduction
Force of suction, group obstruction
Forced irruption, half-assed assumptions
(Fuck y'all for real)
Doubting the eruption
But it's all cool, dudes, pardon the interruption
In case I forgot to introduce
The Son of the Sun, 'bout to bust out the roof
ما بيقدروا يخبو
شو القصة يا قلبي
شو القصة يا قلبي
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