Prod. sea breeze (@wtrtnk)

lyrics:

verse 1 (crabtrap): 
fuck around on OK CUPID
girls still actin like IM STUPID
like i cant see through shit
so I'ma try to get through this
she ask about my business
am I lookin for a mrs
i aint lookin for commitment
so i put her on my hit list
can i hit this
but shes persistent
she ask about my income
I respond with I get shit done
if youre lookin for some cash
I'ma have to hit you back
I've got expensive habits
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cus I do blow and I smoke
I go home with the coach
I get loaded and yell
got a beef with pharell
I do molls at the show
I throw up in a cab
I can hang with the bros
and I can hang with your dad
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We get high in the chevy
Rip it up at the getty
I'm best man at his wedding
and we're eatin spaghetti
we're playin poker at your house
when your ma comes down
says "we're gonna wake the kids
if we don't calm down"
I flip out at your mom
I just flip her the bird
now I'm flippin the table
and it's gettin absurd
she's gonna call the police
I'm freakin out on your niece
she threatens me with a piece
and now I'm takin it easy
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your dads holdin a bleezy
straight tokin a bleezy
we make eye contact
now im holdin the bleezy
it goes down like butter
this is some loud ass rubber
burn it up with your mother
... she offer me a drink
get me a glass of water
cus I'm chokin on my words like
task the samsara
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what the fuck, dad
this is dank

verse 2 (trill vercini): 
i’m on my interstellar travel, spaceship is my dick
and your girl’s matthew mccognahey, that’s kinda gay, shit
guess it’s that time of day, bi-wait i almost said bitch, but that’s not classy it’s writ, that if you speak what i spoke you’ll end up dead in a ditch
fuck your gender binaries and ideas of masculinity, maybe colors shouldn’t determine your kids fuckin' identity 
maybe i’m fuckin’ 6 dudes in a canopy, how can it be, while your absently and with alacrity faxin’ me the digits to your bank account, g
this is cannibal music, eat your whole crew, and keep chewin, spit ‘em back out and use the remains as a toothpick to prove it
this shit was first off the dome, and while your girl was sleepin last night, i snuck in your home
but i didn’t try nothin’ funny, consent is fuckin’ required, i just put a mask on and stabbed you like michael myers 
this is fire, see the smoke from the funeral pyre go down with this ship, aeneas,  need this to get through to you liars
you understand what i’m spittin, my jeans are too tightly fittin’, you know the rest of that rhyme, shouts out to jeremy piven 
these are top notch bars, don’t drive a top notch car, but my solara take my boys and six grams petty far 
Blunt blazin to the park, Hershey p in the dark, and oh shit I heard your girlfriend a freak when you bark
Solipsistic fetish, overheard while dense packin’ the lettuce, let us run trains of thought denser than native revolts with vendettas
farewell letters, you over zealous, you fall,
mistake the size of your balls, i'll make predictions in your blood flow like the gauls 
I mix drinks, not dealings, saucy minx, break ceilins’, roll up in that mrap, give patriarchs guilty feelins’
people keep askin, “you’re back?”, i didn’t know how to respond, but after two pours of scotch i’m feelin’ like james bond
so, yeah, i’m thinkin’ i’m back, on my buster keaton flow, but i ain’t got no shtick, i’m just straight-facin’ this flow, your words don’t mean shit, you don’t know how to respond, you’re a fuckin’ deer tick, but if you wanna try me i’ll strap up like john wick
fight my way to the front, blaze up a couple more blunts, fuck your dominant ideology i’ll stick with my gun
oh fuck, did i say gun? i meant gut i swear it, catch your thoughts unaware, i’m trying to make a couple issues perfectly clear
it’s not cool to be ignorant, inarticulate listen kid, if your knowledge matched your mouth you’d have a phd in this shit
open up your perspective, oh i guess you’re defective, well i’m a true detective with misdirection embedded  
i’ll meet you at the red circle, put you straight in my sights, blast your ass in a wormhole, no time travel delight
tuck your ass in with a gat, you’ll need it to sleep tonight, but you shouldn’t be afraid my bark’s no worse than my bite
fuck othering, i’m smothering the life from misogynists,it’s obvious you  grew up on bill o’riley and lobbyist 
using their cash for their speech, i’m not trying to preach, but i’d like to introduce all their brains to some bleach 
that’s a bit wrong, hit this bong, lets relax my flow, i’ve been goin’ in strong, time to blow off some smoke
i’m still maxin’ at the condo, what the hell else do i know? let me set the mic down, i’ve been sippin’ too slow 

that’s it.

verse 3 (jam bandz):
shouts out to everybody that i pissed off at the last show
punk ass goober what you gettin so mad fo
i'm the fuckin' firestarter n you playin like hasbro
sittin in the back sippin yueng n tabasco
all these kevin smith characters get scared n watch out
take a moral highground and critique cop out
eatin twenty kit kats sittin on my fat ass
smokin up a ciggie and a metric ton of good-grass
how the fuck you gonna say that i'm just some guy?
drove my chevy up to kevin's like american pie
take a few to the face, breezy keeps the pace
sippin philly sweet juice makin beats in outer space
tom cruise on the scene you can't handle the truth
fake hippies n creeps v a few good dudes
fuckin' hire a lawyer, take your ass to court
watch you plead guilty while i smoke a newport

pop a bottle tell a cop theres nothing in the bottle
  date a model just cos shes fuckin around with my bottle
lean n waddle cut lines up with aristotle


verse 4 (sea breeze):
im out to pop a pill bro im not tryna smoke it
all you motherfuckers smokin zannys done broke it
im talkin bout your brain your
harm reduction is lame
youre out here doin moly
im takin shots to the veins
smokin up dope
your life is a joke
all your hopes and dreams gone
in a puff of smoke
why are you smokin weed if you can't do the deed
needle in my vein and its like im the aeneid
dope in my system and i think im on olympus
all you weed stoners sittin here with the limp dick
she thinks im pretty hunky
cus im a damn junkie
is it cus i popped a pill
or is it cus i pushed the plungie
dope boy dope boy
longer than a rope boy
my games bigger than franceis
now im the damn pope boi
puffin on a rock smokin on a zanny bar
im rollin up a blunt up in her grannys car
dip it in some sherm now im seein damn stars
im like ahh this is some shit that i didn't bargain far(for)
in the back of class
writin up some bars
im off some fire molly
shreddin on my guitar
PLAYIN IN A BAND // POP ANOTHER ZAN // ASK ME WHY I DO IT // I SAY IT'S CAUSE I CAN
POP ANOTHER BAND // CRACK ANOTHER CAN // I DONT REMEMBER SHIT // IM GEEKED UP OFF A ZAN
whip it in the bathroom crank it in the stall
sniffin dope behind the books drive me up the wall
im a drug addict i been smokin dope for years
i dont drink liquor tho unless its some beer
   

The Boys - Fuck The Patriarchy: Vol. 2

MrPiStaker