skeleton field trip (what do you know?)

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Man, what do you know? What do you see? (See)
What do you know? What do you see? (See)
Man, what do you know? What do you see? (See, see)
What do you know? What do you see? (See)
What can I be against you?

Every skeleton holds high their shrimped up spike high slur device
So hard to contain a positive convo without pre-despite
You're cold dead 'til sunrise but don't get shut eye 'til the birdies cryin' out
You wake up in a new house to you you drown it all out
Cyclical pressure no worthy way of ones finding themselves out
Pin the caps right to your skin
Hope it makes you think again
The party bus ain't meant for retribution
No excuses
You know you're slumped over and stupid
The regrets slide into your head
'Cause they masked off like you did
Find your distinct and well kin
Press your powers with a pen not to the wind
Yeah win to fend

What do you know? What do you see? (Mother fucker)
What do you know? What do you see? (What do you see?)
Man, what do you know? What do you see? (See, see)
What do you know? What do you see? (See)
What can I be against you? (I don't want you to know)
What do you know? What do you see? (See)
What can I be, against you?

Pussy bitches get slapped, that's it
Don't ask me for a pass 'cause I've got nothing like that for you
Mother fucker, stand up for yourself
Condiments don't come from me nor are they free for the esteemed
You'd better out watch for my team (Of one)
I'm too clean
Call my hot box my purification process I'm now highest of my prowess
Far aware of all y'all process
Wish you'd stick me in the ground and just plant me
The industry which been failing needs mediocre for the biting
Least my voice could be exciting to the burrowed fans just dying
For another draft pick
I'm your Clyde Douglas
Maybe beat, assist
Nah guess I'll stick, to this
Sell what all I have for nothing to gr-grab a bitch
My tracks nor drugs maybe stick
At least I've got some bad nic'
For my brain to toy with
Pussy industry boy
Best just get out of the streets boy
Your white ass belongs with police
Man but there ain't no yard, no beef
I'm done denying counter-offers
Smother your fathers with daughters
Hang- your spirit up on your tie
Make these others realize
You have skeleton inside, mother fucker
Embrace demonry nearly but step into it
Beat your completion fetish
Don't delay nothin' just spread it
Please pray good god to your credit
If you've got it go get it, if you've got it go get it
Don't let me know bout your message, I'm half past dismissing the lesson
Trucker goggles on, no brakes, direct acceleration

Your ass that I'm chasin'
Motel rooms for the takin'
Intentions well I'll explain them
Either way it could have phased them
Big shades wearing
Mega boots strapped staring
Up and down discreet no skele-meat
All pounding, pounding, pounding

Man, what do you know? What do you see? (That metronome slap, huh)
What do you know? What do you see?
What do you know? What do you see? 
(Your ass that I'm chasin', motel rooms for the takin' intentions well I'll explain)
What do you know? What do you see? 
(Big shades wearin' mega boots strapped staring up and down discreet
No skele-meat all pounding, pounding, pounding)

What about the way that you talk to me?
What about the way that you talk?

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