reunion (feat. MCHenny)

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bEEfstocK

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I only came up here to wrap up the business
I'm just wrappin' the gifts to Beef to spazz in a minute
It's Christmas, keep the trap shit, we actually different
Pic' n roll back and I don't gotta attack, just dish it, uh
I'm lightin' gas till y'all broke flame, you got bic lighters
I got Hank Hill propane, f*ck up the whole thing
Anthony Bourdain, how I'm cheffin' in the stu
I'm cookin' on my eighth course, man
I could make more beats with a four-door Ford van
Runnin over my sore hand with a broke keyboard, cause I'm bored, man
I'm the blueprint, check y'all floor plans
Play my new shit, watch the floor dance
My new chick heard your new shit, she said "poor man's"
Beef said this shit so hard, I need to run it back
Cause after Nothin' Back, I had to show y'all Henny runnin' laps
Matt Boling how I f*ck up tracks, f*ck it
I could spit for a career but that's not where the money at, shit
It's Mr. Hennessy G, come back rappin' they get mad and I just let it repeat
Y'all act like tats mean you rap, this shit ain't 2016
I'm a vet now, these youngins peasants to me
Yeah, it's the P&R, seein' stars, what a spectacle
I'm hittin' licks like I'm on lead guitar, deep in art, cheap and scarred
Healthy alternative, I eat em all
Give em vegan bars and have em shopping for leotards
We don't dance around them neat tricks
Yeah, bEEfstocK and Henny make beats sick
Read a leaflet, stay informed on the current head bangin sweet shit
Crossover killer, make them knees stick
Kill em' softy like they seen Wick, John Doe
Anonymous brawn, my brain Rondo, assist to switch
It's like second nature for the two of us
Shootin' dust, ain't no screwin' us
Cause once I drill bits it clicks
The reunion brings a soothin' touch
Look up, got that Sistine Chapel flow, religiously snappin' hoe
Confession wine and cracker rolls
I'm stackin' bars higher than 15 Apple phones
Equippin' full service like we pullin' in the AutoZone
She eat my kids till I'm wimpy, Greg Heffley
Check me, you simply can't stress me
Frankly, it's gon' take a lot to impress me
I'm slick dog-sittin' you mutts
So when it's lunchtime, I'll let you off of the leash
Real sweet, now go fetch meat
That boy Henny servin' fresh beats
Decline any offers cause I'm set G
Got my true brother, tell I rest in peace
Bed and sheets, put him to sleep
Check how we settle beef, sheesh
F*ck is y'all motherfuckers talkin' bout
We on that pic n' roll, green bean, make your mama scream type shit
F*ck all that Timmy D fundamental bullshit

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