Ayo I checked out of reality just talking to Son
I am Ali Wong with the beef
I'm jerking off with the gun
Walk in the sun
It froze
Stopped
Coughed up a lung
Said Its got no
Business tryna
Offer me some
But As I look at the moon
I just took in the shrooms
Looking bafooned
God I love to Cook in my room
Before i know it
I'll be 40 sippin 40s
With no Misses
Living off a paper plates
Cuz I hate to do the dishes
South Ferry and White Hall
Saw a white man drinking a white claw
7 in the morning with tights on
Had his eyes closed screaming "why are the lights on
He popped up tweaking
Like they playing his fight song
Right wrong indifferent
I am willing to write wrongs
Type songs specific
Like We making a life-bond
Hyped on tradition
Like I'm kicking this mic on
I've gone the distance
Like I'm swinging on
Tyson
Head down
Bison
Skull crushed
Python
Masked up
Icon
Mask off
Pipe drawn
Ill
I'm Still testing ya limits
I had to steal you aside
From the rest of the gimmicks
The players the mimics
The ones who make the rest of us grimace
Professional image
But haven't kicked a verse in a minute
Chill...
Im not calling you out
But in the ring wit the king...
I'll knock all of you out
It's still
Macademis
Slapping penis
Rapping like a rabid genius
I don't give a shit about people
Yo take me back to Venus
Intravenous
Spit the fiendish
And you bitches pledge allegiance
Looking for a motive for Slug
You know I got my reasons ...
Door stopper sure shoter betting at the Borgota
Bitches sucking dick for milk
You know that horchata
More
Poor product
Never really gets you more papa
You get that PURE
& I'll just set that sure shop up
Your roster wasn't ever a threat
The more doctors
Writing scripts
Then the better the split
R-X thats hard sex
Weed cash and powder fed
She gonna have to deal with it
My tongue is like a showerhead
ShowerHead?
Reign shots
I got the powder keg
It's not enough to bring me their heart
I want that cowards head
Now I said!
Lights out before the powers dead
Hours bled
Chop Chop you wasting our bread
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Ayo I checked out of reality just talking to Son
I am Ali Wong with the beef
I'm jerking off with the gun
Walk in the sun
It froze
Stopped
Coughed up a lung
Said Its got no
Business tryna
Offer me some
But As I look at the moon
I just took in the shrooms
Looking bafooned
God I love to Cook in my room
Before i know it
I'll be 40 sippin 40s
With no Misses
Living off a paper plates
Cuz I hate to do the dishes
South Ferry and White Hall
Saw a white man drinking a white claw
7 in the morning with tights on
Had his eyes closed screaming "why are the lights on
He popped up tweaking
Like they playing his fight song
Right wrong indifferent
I am willing to write wrongs
Type songs specific
Like We making a life-bond
Hyped on tradition
Like I'm kicking this mic on
I've gone the distance
Like I'm swinging on
Tyson
Head down
Bison
Skull crushed
Python
Masked up
Icon
Mask off
Pipe drawn
Ill
I'm Still testing ya limits
I had to steal you aside
From the rest of the gimmicks
The players the mimics
The ones who make the rest of us grimace
Professional image
But haven't kicked a verse in a minute
Chill...
Im not calling you out
But in the ring wit the king...
I'll knock all of you out
It's still
Macademis
Slapping penis
Rapping like a rabid genius
I don't give a shit about people
Yo take me back to Venus
Intravenous
Spit the fiendish
And you bitches pledge allegiance
Looking for a motive for Slug
You know I got my reasons ...
Door stopper sure shoter betting at the Borgota
Bitches sucking dick for milk
You know that horchata
More
Poor product
Never really gets you more papa
You get that PURE
& I'll just set that sure shop up
Your roster wasn't ever a threat
The more doctors
Writing scripts
Then the better the split
R-X thats hard sex
Weed cash and powder fed
She gonna have to deal with it
My tongue is like a showerhead
ShowerHead?
Reign shots
I got the powder keg
It's not enough to bring me their heart
I want that cowards head
Now I said!
Lights out before the powers dead
Hours bled
Chop Chop you wasting our bread
I am Ali Wong with the beef
I'm jerking off with the gun
Walk in the sun
It froze
Stopped
Coughed up a lung
Said Its got no
Business tryna
Offer me some
But As I look at the moon
I just took in the shrooms
Looking bafooned
God I love to Cook in my room
Before i know it
I'll be 40 sippin 40s
With no Misses
Living off a paper plates
Cuz I hate to do the dishes
South Ferry and White Hall
Saw a white man drinking a white claw
7 in the morning with tights on
Had his eyes closed screaming "why are the lights on
He popped up tweaking
Like they playing his fight song
Right wrong indifferent
I am willing to write wrongs
Type songs specific
Like We making a life-bond
Hyped on tradition
Like I'm kicking this mic on
I've gone the distance
Like I'm swinging on
Tyson
Head down
Bison
Skull crushed
Python
Masked up
Icon
Mask off
Pipe drawn
Ill
I'm Still testing ya limits
I had to steal you aside
From the rest of the gimmicks
The players the mimics
The ones who make the rest of us grimace
Professional image
But haven't kicked a verse in a minute
Chill...
Im not calling you out
But in the ring wit the king...
I'll knock all of you out
It's still
Macademis
Slapping penis
Rapping like a rabid genius
I don't give a shit about people
Yo take me back to Venus
Intravenous
Spit the fiendish
And you bitches pledge allegiance
Looking for a motive for Slug
You know I got my reasons ...
Door stopper sure shoter betting at the Borgota
Bitches sucking dick for milk
You know that horchata
More
Poor product
Never really gets you more papa
You get that PURE
& I'll just set that sure shop up
Your roster wasn't ever a threat
The more doctors
Writing scripts
Then the better the split
R-X thats hard sex
Weed cash and powder fed
She gonna have to deal with it
My tongue is like a showerhead
ShowerHead?
Reign shots
I got the powder keg
It's not enough to bring me their heart
I want that cowards head
Now I said!
Lights out before the powers dead
Hours bled
Chop Chop you wasting our bread
Writer: Matthew Avnyin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid