Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: SNOWJ]
Dirtier than projectors
And sinners in fuckin mecca
And you know that I’ll fuckin wreck ya
Like a balcony
I’ll stomp a deck
Cruisin through the sectors
Like I’m FTL you know fo rel
That rap and women come through here
Like OS to the Mitchell Kel
Switch em up
Stick em up
Gettin so ill with my dick on refill
And the girls have no will to be live strong
Cancer swag
Gettin Sesame
Suckin on my Big Bird
Sex like a cacophany
Jumpin on my hard word
But all right kids its time for class
And this ain’t bout vocabulary
Girls get fuckin on me with nary a bottle n glass a sherry
Very amped and shocked said the rap game after hearin that
Rarely rockin cause I be top dog
And all you is thundercats
[Verse 2: Timm Wizard]
Damn what a stupid question
Indigestion
Yo chick fasting
On some quick, sand shit
Roughing up rednecks with the flip of a switch
Catching some 6 and 7’s, frodos right there, talk about baggins
Begging this crowd to react with the misfits, swiftly changing our sound to some trap mix
People be lost when we backed it up, with a larger crew, 3 pairs of nuts
We wired up, on taurine, laying the cusp of creation, just fill up my cup
With some dewsky, who we, those boys down the block with no gold teeth
Fluffy T is a husky, hitchhicked his way here to drop us some sick beats
Its preposterous, the people be pumping their brakes while we are just trying to speed
Its crazy how someone can freak, launch off into space with the sound of a beep, never return for awhile, then show up at quarter to 3
Getting polar like the bears be, long hair don’t care hes got his degree, coming at you rhymes so filthy, fluffy t’s in the spot like a light see?
[Verse 3:Fluffy T]
Just gonna start this shit
Partying harder than
Marty McFly
With Parkinsons
A part of the journey
You know we always be embarking it
Cause we’re above the Law like Ice – T
And the women be asking nicely
So we’re giving them a little bit of Smash flavor
To refill their Icees
And no
We’re not gonna stop this shit
Cause we’re getting
To the tippy tippy top
And you ought to be able
To spot us dropping it
When the Wiz is getting dizzy
He’ll be rocking shit
We’ve maxed out our skill lists
They’re Illicitly insisting that
We killed this
But you gotta bow down
Cause we’re the Kim Jong Illest
So fuck ’em all
Who fucks with us
Cause we’re busting
Like a stampede
On a mad spree
We be running this shit
Like Bowser
In a grand prix
Got the Flower Cup
In my right hand
And a microphone
In my left
And we ain’t
Gonna quit this
If you were to hit this
You’d lose you’re breath
Sloppy and what?
You’re heat
Doesn’t make the cut
But we’re not sorry
Try
Copying us
Like it’s a
DITTO PARTY DITTO PARTY
Stashing this shit–
In a flash
We’ll be rising from the ashes
Meanwhile you’ll be triple dot–dashing
Typing it hashtag smashclub madness
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