Festered Flesh (feat. Smith the Poet)
The Thought
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Insular, Indica in the carotid Brought inching and crawling to Vincent and got him Investing a bit in the product to get us through harvest (Ay!) Benjamin farming in Carbondale Hardened the skin on my fingers from cardboard to martyr-nails I don't know Arbor from Monorails, Marginal Error the Artist (Ay!) Arson the Prodigy armed with apologies Don't want the honor of paying for crimes Arnold in marble they carbo'd the Cobbler Harm done to Parlor is great for the Times The bar-back is a car-jacker With a bomb-jacket, trained in a little bit of hacking So cracking back at the whole faction? Put your back in, gotta fashion a magnet Draw 'em close with the bottled potions and the Holy Ghost Like I bought an ocean and propose a toast Going through the motions just to own a boat (Ay!) Chosen to hold myself over the others They don't got the soul that I got so it's smothering Opening doors for the old is a role for the suckers, give me a Tootsie Roll (Ayyyyy!) Stole what I grow from the hopeless for bonuses I don't know nothing 'bout ethics Colder than cryogenic labs Frozen to trap photogenic aesthetics Messier than the press best day Festered Flesh, on the texture: Whose Texting her like "Just press play" Sent a video just for you Silly ho, that's Rick Astley Not my booty-hole, Boo-Hoo! Hit that "Boom, boom, boom!" Hope she don't know voodoo You irrelevant, it's prevalent we back up on the block Spitting excellence since Exodus, I be floating when I jot I got the Rollie on me, looking phony, not a boulder, it's a rock Craving solely codeine, f*ck a forty, can't hear you homie (Mick!) Foley is wild woadie, Bruiser Brody, here to make the guap Off that Thrax, I can't be stopped, bitch, keep barking, you'll get dropped Shut the f*ck up, this a bop, I blur the line like Brian Pillman Dope dealing is an art, I got soul, y'all want slop I'm talking Mad Max, she gave me thunder dome So I'm cleaning out the gutters, hoe Been bad, my stutter butter, yo, Tom Petty I can't fold Got gift of gab, I stick to the flow, don't make me bless these blokes You don't want the heebie-jeebies, Stevie I don't wanna a ruin your evening, believe me With that half-spin jumper, yo, Tracy McGrady, yeah Big wig thumper, man, I been wavy, watch me Swish the buzzer in HD, baby, and steal the show like Lahey They gonna drool, I'm Minnie Dripperton (Dude!) I've been eating like Dianne Keaton, only geeking on the weekend I be thinking 'bout the deep end, hope we dreaming I ain't sleeping through it, dawg, keep it a Bando, haunted like Rambo Puffing Monsanto, I can't flop, only knock and set up shop (Bitch!) I got this shit on lock, Dubs are Mando, you'll get mopped We sleep-walking to the top, peep game (Peep game!) Known unknowns, I slang, if you lost you a lame And some things never change for the better or worse So here's to going berserk in hopes to profit off the pain And get some purple suede But mostly resonate before I leave the dreamscape I'm with the squadron, stuck up in them stars and Making nonsense 'til I'm nauseous, doing donuts in a starship (Yeah)
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