Lyrics:
HOT MAGIC (Prod by MASS-HOLE)
yeah yeah good vibes Tokyo aha
So dope track MASS-HOLE
hot men
keep it moving 2023
描くeveryday life
描くeveryday
where your punchline
Where's your flow
Boo
Masshole or Nor'easter motha fucka
I can't recall shit either
My nigga
A-yo Listen up
Bitches got opinion but
Till im on top like when she ride
Chucking up the peace sign
Flip it like skate board
Kick and push no fiasco
Masshole, piff got me mad slow
On my job,
Critic words, shit blurbs they dont get far
Bounce off me like I'm kevlar, man just forget yall (uh)
I'm hard headed masshole with a rap flow
That somehow
clutchin on a gavel
Florida in the sun
But I’m still gon be a Masshole
Shroom trip drip
Gotta load that clip
Let it rip right quick
Then I’m back on my
anything, thoroughbred masshole, on everything
That jay had me silent, I ain't talking Mallrats nigga
Seen from a far these niggas grilling me hard
So hand
Classic masshole yeah my middle finger twitchin
Unique you can't put me in a hole for a pigeon
Turn signal on I'm switchin
Wont follow no religion
Talking
Mass, I'm a massive Masshole
Drawing circles past ya'll, in the back of the classroom
With a rope and a lasso, giddy up cowboy I go so fast yo
With
Massholes rings in the air
I’m loving every damn flavor
Wish my other friends cared
Really doesn’t matter
When that Earth gets flatter
But that ass gets
You no wanna see me kill switch
Ima masshole like Ipswich
Brown skinned to the 3rd power
I done fell out with some misfits
I can't spell out what I
Don't know of nutter butters
You're all fluff
Soft squishy melty motherfuckers
So call me a masshole
Cuz I'm creating casserole
And sweet potatoes
Out you
Yea, aye
Pulling this from the astral
Leaving your tadpoles
Switching micro to macro
On the outside I'm masshole
The best defense mechanism I can
New England's the conglomerate
Heading north with my plates
From Connecticut
On the road we some Massholes
and Connecticunts
Local language
He's worse than a drunken masshole. Wicked Pissa!!
Ozzy spoke of the Devil thirty years ago And that dude doesn't lie
The dirty secret he'd never tell
Connecticunts
And Massholes
R-R-R round we go
B-B-B back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys
Clout chasing and fairy tales
You can't believe in
drop top I’ve ever been in was a Mazda
Masshole sitting in the HONK for the lobster
'Woods to the head that’s a
Blunt for it’s trauma
Paying for my new
flows
To be bumped from the trunks
Of Mainers and Massholes
Holed up in a maroon van
Secondhand smoke and some country jams
Zoom fast through
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