Blowin green
On Tatooine
You know it's me
The rap machine
Anakin hill
I'm a bastard for real
Ima flap at the bill
Faster than a fan can propel
I've had me some bad habits
But a man can rebuild
I've shat in some bad bathrooms
And I've managed to feel
Just sad and so ass backwards
So we packed a fat backwoods
Of course that was after
Rapped in the last chapter
Got us flat on our heels
Pontificate
Rhythm in a bitches face
Spittin At a different pace
Picture what I illustrate
Bitches say that Isn't Jake
Spittin flames
Is it wait?
Get it straight
Click the bate
I'm pimpin while I'm Gettin baked
No limp or cane
Participate
Driftin
Piff stinkin
Across the 50 states
Smoke that doesn't Dissipate
Ribbons on
I Win the race
But finish late
Can't Reciprocate
Im thinkin strange
Lyrical soul food I'm dishin
Bitch you Better get a plate!
Scribble a bit wit a pencil
The picture so vivid
I'm hopin it fit a page
Chipping away at my mental
The shit'll just melt you
Until it Disintegrate
Mix it a little
I Integrate
Kill it
I put the shit IT IN A GRAVE!
Wrestling doubt...
But I press it down
That's word to TRIPPLE H
Pictures say 1000 words
You're cursed If u can't explain
Saw the doc
Talked to the nurse
Was about my
Damaged brain
Can't escape
If the Cameras on
I'm gettin candy paint
With the flames
Whippin downhill
While my whip can't even brake
Take you round the world
Got yo head spinnin now you my girl
Got yo head spinning now you my girl
Got yo head spinning now you my girl
Grown damn woman not a girl
Put you in the vibe you my world
Go a little deeper don't get hurt
We can always try for what it's worth
6 feet deep get a shovel break the earth
Anakin hill
The panic is real
Don't f*ck with me you don't know the deal
I'm f*ckin around on all fields cause I'm a mothaf*ckin king in this dual sport
(There's no escape)
It's Mutt bitch you know the deal. You don't know what to feel
Mutt - Anakin Hill, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Blowin green
On Tatooine
You know it's me
The rap machine
Anakin hill
I'm a bastard for real
Ima flap at the bill
Faster than a fan can propel
I've had me some bad habits
But a man can rebuild
I've shat in some bad bathrooms
And I've managed to feel
Just sad and so ass backwards
So we packed a fat backwoods
Of course that was after
Rapped in the last chapter
Got us flat on our heels
Pontificate
Rhythm in a bitches face
Spittin At a different pace
Picture what I illustrate
Bitches say that Isn't Jake
Spittin flames
Is it wait?
Get it straight
Click the bate
I'm pimpin while I'm Gettin baked
No limp or cane
Participate
Driftin
Piff stinkin
Across the 50 states
Smoke that doesn't Dissipate
Ribbons on
I Win the race
But finish late
Can't Reciprocate
Im thinkin strange
Lyrical soul food I'm dishin
Bitch you Better get a plate!
Scribble a bit wit a pencil
The picture so vivid
I'm hopin it fit a page
Chipping away at my mental
The shit'll just melt you
Until it Disintegrate
Mix it a little
I Integrate
Kill it
I put the shit IT IN A GRAVE!
Wrestling doubt...
But I press it down
That's word to TRIPPLE H
Pictures say 1000 words
You're cursed If u can't explain
Saw the doc
Talked to the nurse
Was about my
Damaged brain
Can't escape
If the Cameras on
I'm gettin candy paint
With the flames
Whippin downhill
While my whip can't even brake
Take you round the world
Got yo head spinnin now you my girl
Got yo head spinning now you my girl
Got yo head spinning now you my girl
Grown damn woman not a girl
Put you in the vibe you my world
Go a little deeper don't get hurt
We can always try for what it's worth
6 feet deep get a shovel break the earth
Anakin hill
The panic is real
Don't f*ck with me you don't know the deal
I'm f*ckin around on all fields cause I'm a mothaf*ckin king in this dual sport
(There's no escape)
It's Mutt bitch you know the deal. You don't know what to feel
On Tatooine
You know it's me
The rap machine
Anakin hill
I'm a bastard for real
Ima flap at the bill
Faster than a fan can propel
I've had me some bad habits
But a man can rebuild
I've shat in some bad bathrooms
And I've managed to feel
Just sad and so ass backwards
So we packed a fat backwoods
Of course that was after
Rapped in the last chapter
Got us flat on our heels
Pontificate
Rhythm in a bitches face
Spittin At a different pace
Picture what I illustrate
Bitches say that Isn't Jake
Spittin flames
Is it wait?
Get it straight
Click the bate
I'm pimpin while I'm Gettin baked
No limp or cane
Participate
Driftin
Piff stinkin
Across the 50 states
Smoke that doesn't Dissipate
Ribbons on
I Win the race
But finish late
Can't Reciprocate
Im thinkin strange
Lyrical soul food I'm dishin
Bitch you Better get a plate!
Scribble a bit wit a pencil
The picture so vivid
I'm hopin it fit a page
Chipping away at my mental
The shit'll just melt you
Until it Disintegrate
Mix it a little
I Integrate
Kill it
I put the shit IT IN A GRAVE!
Wrestling doubt...
But I press it down
That's word to TRIPPLE H
Pictures say 1000 words
You're cursed If u can't explain
Saw the doc
Talked to the nurse
Was about my
Damaged brain
Can't escape
If the Cameras on
I'm gettin candy paint
With the flames
Whippin downhill
While my whip can't even brake
Take you round the world
Got yo head spinnin now you my girl
Got yo head spinning now you my girl
Got yo head spinning now you my girl
Grown damn woman not a girl
Put you in the vibe you my world
Go a little deeper don't get hurt
We can always try for what it's worth
6 feet deep get a shovel break the earth
Anakin hill
The panic is real
Don't f*ck with me you don't know the deal
I'm f*ckin around on all fields cause I'm a mothaf*ckin king in this dual sport
(There's no escape)
It's Mutt bitch you know the deal. You don't know what to feel
Writer: Jacob Hill
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