Tekst piosenki
[Great-One]
Uh…Getting wavy jello
Fat black bitch
Wearin 6 inch stelletos
Shout out go to earl
Cause he made me rasie the tempo
Type of nigga switch the DVD on the all his rentals
Instrementals and stencils go thru my mental
Coke and lots of mentos
Please excuse my scent though
Magic rocks and crack pipes
Flipping on my bitch
Cuz i can’t get the match to light
Ain’t that some shit?
Snake rattling, whip crackling, bodnage bitch
I do shrooms and play zombie apocalypise
Lived n the hood and burbs
I’ve served, so the fiends were heard
Preferred if the lean stirred
Absurd is my shceme of words
I like church and sex
Work hurts, she’s on the desk
A bit obsesed, I’m pissed
I’m pulin out more teeth for percosests
Flirt Mert, she likes you yes?
Grab her ass, lick her neck
Flaberghasted, blasted on 4lokos weed and ciggertes
Slap the bitch, sit correct
Jigsaw, choose your death
You snooze, you lose
You smoosh your blues, profuse
To roughe and lots of checks
DMT, wicca hex
Cat blood
And rotten flesh
Fuck around, and turn u to a vegetable
Monotonous
Haven’t you heard 'pottomous
Eli
Whitney, getting the cotton gin
And Oxycontin us
Seldom solomons, solemn shifts
Like a paradigm
Balls paired
With a pair of dimes
Then swam through the sands of time
To find dispair in shameless mind
Universe, realign
Meditiaton, see divine
You smaller than alphapa
You the alpha of the beta rhymes
And I’mma only tell you one time
Fuck you bitch, wonton
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