Monotone/Drowse Moss (Outro)
Half drowsy, half monotone, one take
Nico Moss back in here
And this me, you
Mossin' all these players see me on the TV screen
Tell what you afraid of, I'll be judging if you speak
You ain't overcome it, I'll be poking at your stomach
Wake the belly of the beast
You panting can't breath, a breathe of great relief
Go to sleep, you resting on my talent
You seen it, want to have it, smack you dummies with a mallet
Its a habit, I'm the maddest, stackin' W's like pallets
It just comes to me like the women who don't care
Or maybe I'm unfair, or maybe I don't care
Maybe I should take a few precautions, keep my options very narrow
Never reach into the bottom of the barrel, I don't speak
Let my fit do all the talking, fresh apparel, I'm walking
Shaded life through these optics, rude that's positive
Its obvious that I can spit words
I be doing this like camels do in desserts
Wear no sweaters if you can't take this heat
This chick was doing headers when she eating on my
Plate of food, meat, veggies and some grain too
I skip dinner to sip on some paint thinner
A winner as some assume, I'm bouta blow like kaboom
Its all In my fucking doubt
Go unnoticed how the fuck can I make it out
Its a joke that I gotta go diss for diss with some joke
But then again this the shit that I provoked
Soon, be in Neptune, rapping with my head glued to a fucking mic
I be doing this at night, I can do this on the shitter
Dunk your head in the water, how it taste? A little bitter?
Nico Moss back in here
And this me, you
Mossin' all these players see me on the TV screen
Tell what you afraid of, I'll be judging if you speak
You ain't overcome it, I'll be poking at your stomach
Wake the belly of the beast
You panting can't breath, a breathe of great relief
Go to sleep, you resting on my talent
You seen it, want to have it, smack you dummies with a mallet
Its a habit, I'm the maddest, stackin' W's like pallets
It just comes to me like the women who don't care
Or maybe I'm unfair, or maybe I don't care
Maybe I should take a few precautions, keep my options very narrow
Never reach into the bottom of the barrel, I don't speak
Let my fit do all the talking, fresh apparel, I'm walking
Shaded life through these optics, rude that's positive
Its obvious that I can spit words
I be doing this like camels do in desserts
Wear no sweaters if you can't take this heat
This chick was doing headers when she eating on my
Plate of food, meat, veggies and some grain too
I skip dinner to sip on some paint thinner
A winner as some assume, I'm bouta blow like kaboom
Its all In my fucking doubt
Go unnoticed how the fuck can I make it out
Its a joke that I gotta go diss for diss with some joke
But then again this the shit that I provoked
Soon, be in Neptune, rapping with my head glued to a fucking mic
I be doing this at night, I can do this on the shitter
Dunk your head in the water, how it taste? A little bitter?
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