Junk Stew

Yo Brian how do you feel about me You disgust me I can’t hear you my headphones are too loud. Bitch Riddle me this, how many bits to tickle the tip of a script I scribble with triple the speed when I spit A trip to the middle of this Alphabetical arithmetic, whittle the wood Bet on the kid, working on my hustle baby Darling this is it (Woo) Witness it, no victim lie watch the bullets whizz by Pray the lead don’t hit Pray you aint prey For the dogs the crocs, snakes and the criminals Breaking out them bars like the bars that I spit (Woo) Penetrate your brain like a rod in a slit Shadowing the game like a solar eclipse Neat dude What’s your genre what’s your niche Bitch I do it all at once on the same fucking album like it's Picnic by the lake by the farm Summer junk stew with my pin up doll Chilling with my swim trunks on, mm Picnic by the lake by the farm Summer junk stew with my pin up doll Chilling with my swim trunks on Like it's, Like it's Like it's- Like it's Something to riddle your minds it's Never talking much but dig in the middle of thought where the line is A young buck Spending till ending my every cent is a centerpiece I can’t lie, like why guys is nobody fucking else telling me Yo- I point blank shoot your coin bank So my toy stash keep your boys mad Oh.. I been a ghost like I go in last Bro, you’re trying too hard to blow the gas Cuz lately, shits crazy Can you blame me? Just maybe Hustle bustlin With a supplement 2 5 coupling That age coming in Who like gum with it Mask is stuck in em Do not fuck with him Stewing junk is what All of us tryna do University graduated and all of us like balloons Gonna blow up soon Know you feel it too All of my crew a zoo Caged in animals Breaking outta it Soon as you hear the tune Been waiting for this for too long, man Guess I should've kept waiting Patiently, Patiently Patiently, work the wages of the days decease Tip the bartender over y’all Enter sober but the bourbon curving All of the suburban hurdling Serving ‘em verbal sermons Induced into auditory herbals This, my friends, is the aviators theatre Hehehe ha ha Buckle up Intermission Must be rheumatism Why the room is spinning Spitting sadism this is difficult to re-envision What a lunatic With his rhythmatic in sync Running at the brink of existence, I think Looking into the abyss his spirit Wishes for medical attention The reticle pointed at your rectum like Point blank shoot crank tune swank Groove skank skunk chew rank Dunk spoon ram junk stew Stank Mob crew flank bunk Move jank funk screw that You ain’t fuckin with the dude in a mask Y’all looking for the guy with the Flask ask that AK just spat that Point blank shoot crank tune swank Groove skank skunk chew rank Dunk spoon ram junk stew Stank Mob crew flank bunk Move jank funk screw that Y’all ain’t fucking with the dude with the Point blank shoot crank tune swank Groove skank skunk chew rank Dunk spoon ram junk stew Stank Mob crew, bunk Move jank funk screw that Y’all looking for the dude with the Point blank shoot crank tune swank Groove skank skunk chew rank Dunk spoon ram junk stew Stank Mob crew flank bunk Move jank funk screw that Y’all ain’t fucking with the dude Point blank shoot crank tune swank Groove skank skunk chew rank Dunk spoon ram junk stew Stank Mob crew flank bunk Move jank funk screw that Y’all ain’t fucking with the dude in the mask

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