Demons
Yung Schnooty
GENRE
I might recite some
Nice bars that I actually write, I don’t bite like Mike Tyson’s
Title match, I title track off Mic Tyson
It's fried day but all I got is white rice in
This take out container with the wrong chicken in it
I should've double checked when she dropped off the dinner
Must've got swapped with the liver before it got delivered
Look, I can’t even talk boxing with bitches
If I’m fighting, whole squad getting in it
My boy jump in like Harambe еxhibit
Your skull get cracked like a lock whеn I pick it
Piss doesn’t clear from a bong if you rip it
Spittin lava, bitch I Pompeii a village
I translate Tom Hanks top films into Spanish
Talking Big, nah I'm grande on this shit
You’re more of Forest Gump, retrasado when you spit
If I dance it's more like a side jam steppin
Stacks on the side, so I can finance weapons
Rats getting drug tested I am legend
You gotta better chance at catching my hands sweatin
Don’t get it twisted ever
Fingers twisted never
They predict weather
I'm a bit too clever
Hands frozen, and the chosen one typically knows the future, fuck it
Who want what with Austin your dudes a monsta
Especially when I’m buzzing off Exclusiv Vodka
Gray Goose or what ever ya got should
Usually hit the spot, as soon as we in the spot
Rasta movement, getting stoned, Medusa's watching
Coppers move in, I hide back, elusive posture
Set the pic like what I do to pockets
Told ya what I do should not be legal
Are police protecting or popping people
That's a dumb ass' question that oddly needs to
Be answered; how could church be clear if a god's see through
I ain't even gonna touch on --
Nice bars that I actually write, I don’t bite like Mike Tyson’s
Title match, I title track off Mic Tyson
It's fried day but all I got is white rice in
This take out container with the wrong chicken in it
I should've double checked when she dropped off the dinner
Must've got swapped with the liver before it got delivered
Look, I can’t even talk boxing with bitches
If I’m fighting, whole squad getting in it
My boy jump in like Harambe еxhibit
Your skull get cracked like a lock whеn I pick it
Piss doesn’t clear from a bong if you rip it
Spittin lava, bitch I Pompeii a village
I translate Tom Hanks top films into Spanish
Talking Big, nah I'm grande on this shit
You’re more of Forest Gump, retrasado when you spit
If I dance it's more like a side jam steppin
Stacks on the side, so I can finance weapons
Rats getting drug tested I am legend
You gotta better chance at catching my hands sweatin
Don’t get it twisted ever
Fingers twisted never
They predict weather
I'm a bit too clever
Hands frozen, and the chosen one typically knows the future, fuck it
Who want what with Austin your dudes a monsta
Especially when I’m buzzing off Exclusiv Vodka
Gray Goose or what ever ya got should
Usually hit the spot, as soon as we in the spot
Rasta movement, getting stoned, Medusa's watching
Coppers move in, I hide back, elusive posture
Set the pic like what I do to pockets
Told ya what I do should not be legal
Are police protecting or popping people
That's a dumb ass' question that oddly needs to
Be answered; how could church be clear if a god's see through
I ain't even gonna touch on --
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