Couple submisive and breedable looking lads

IM ON ACID AND I MADE A SONG YAGHHH
art by (@spookyscary_art)
prod by (@OJKUSH666)

Wanna know where I’m from
Wanna know what done x2

Smoked then took a bunch of fucking acid 
all you motherfuckers 
takin’ off my plate 
Cause I been tweakin’ 
Bet, ill eat y’all for supper

They don’t want advice at all?
I take it, all right suffer through it
Feed us lies from the tablecloth
And ‘Please don’t ever..’
Come on over

Please don’t dri-
Please don’t drink tha-

Please don’t drink that one, that’s mine
I put two tabs in that wine
Oops
Someone almost had a really bad time
Now back to the story
Where were we?
Right

They tell me that I sound just like a gremlin 
when I’m talkin’ 
So I say “there’s nothin to it”
I just rap and then I 
sound like pennywise that’s tweakin’
When I’m speaking, I don’t wanna speak about it
I’m smokin’ fuckin weed I’ll tell you later bout it

Oh you sweet little thing don’t cry
Come here baby lemme hold you tight

Get the fuck away from me 
I don’t need you, that defeats the purpose
Still gon’ feed the flame 
Even though that my feet are in the furnace
God, I wish I wasn’t such ‘a dream’ 
I mean, I clean up gorgeous 
But that doesn’t mean 
That I’m so keen 
on what they thinks important 

This means war
Motherfucker come and take yours
Ain’t my card, but I’m takin what I paid for

Take all what you want 
And wanna take 
you money taker
Make all the money 
ya wanna make 
Ya money maker 
Well SOMEONES gotta come up with all the ideas
‘Right here’
I wanna bang
No onomatopoeia 
I don’t wanna get to know you baby
Build up like ikea
“Love is magic baby”
And it’s gonna grow
Like cha-cha-chia
“Still on acid lately?”
Ya, that’s how I got right here

ORIGINS [ACID FREESTYLE]

REJECT! w/BRONKx3 (p. BRONK)

(prod. Hayku)



Lyrics: 

I been driving for 6 hours
I don’t have a destination 

Got a quarter tank of gas
But I can’t find a fucking station 

On the road a little longer
seen a quarter of the nation 

But I’m patient, please don’t hate me
Why you starting allegations 



I been raging in the basement
I’m so ready just to drop bombs

With both palms, from both arms
The city was acting so calm

I’m still calm but… wait,
I shiver ‘little bit

I tend to go get pissed off from
The rich doing their little shit



And I’m tired from my day
I wanna go and lay my head down

Don’t know what I wanna say
I need a new car just to get round 

I stay down, you stay clown
But I know our money long

Taking rips out of the bong
So I can drop another song



You know whats wrong with the world
We live in, cause it’s our time

You think you acting like a gangster
Doing all this hard crime

Toothbrush to my shoe
Tryna scrub away the tough grime 

And I work a 9-5
Feel I only make like 5 dimes



Got 9 lives and fye rhymes
Shit, I’m not a housecat 

But you listen to my shit
It have you thinking your about that

Only like to smoke some weed
Your doing more, can’t be around that

Anchored to the ground so 
You can never make me bounce back 



I’m biting harder
Then an mother fucking alligator 

Pussy boy I know
You soft like you a now and later

Cant stand a bitch name Nibby 
Boy you such an agitator

Treat the kid like shit
You fake collaborator 



Trouble breathing
Had to go and get a ventilator 

Pussy boy you gotta pay
To ride the elevator 

It’s just me, I’m staying focus
Stacking hella paper

Looking at the gps 
Yeah that’s a navigator

 

I been driving for 6 hours
I don’t have a destination 

Got a quarter tank of gas
But I can’t find a fucking station 

On the road a little longer
seen a quarter of the nation 

But I’m patient, please don’t hate me
Why you starting allegations 



I been raging in the basement
I’m so ready just to drop bombs

With both palms, from both arms
The city was acting so calm

I’m still calm but… wait,
I shiver ‘little bit

I tend to go get pissed off from
The rich doing their little shit



And I’m tired from my day
I wanna go and lay my head down

Don’t know what I wanna say
I need a new car just to get round 

I stay down, you stay clown
But I know our money long

Taking rips out of the bong
So I can drop another song



You know whats wrong with the world
We live in, cause it’s our time

You think you acting like a gangster
Doing all this hard crime

Toothbrush to my shoe
Tryna scrub away the tough grime 

And I work a 9-5
Feel I only make like 5 dimes



Got 9 lives and fye rhymes
Shit, I’m not a housecat 

But you listen to my shit
It have you thinking your about that

Only like to smoke some weed
Your doing more, can’t be around that

Anchored to the ground so 
You can never make me bounce back 



I’m biting harder
Then an mother fucking alligator 

Pussy boy I know
You soft like you a now and later

Cant stand a bitch name Nibby 
Boy you such an agitator

Treat the kid like shit
You fake collaborator 



Trouble breathing
Had to go and get a ventilator 

Pussy boy you gotta pay
To ride the elevator 

It’s just me, I’m staying focus
Stacking hella paper

Looking at the gps 
Yeah that’s a navigator

Ash Tree (Feat. GREM) [Prod. BLKSATURN]

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