A Few Boys - Evil Genius lyrics

[Walker M] I get head in the same sense as Henry Tudor When I grabbed shotgun, I never meant the Bentley two-door I shoot then fade away, just like every hooper Roll the body up and light it, done the same with plenty Newports Cause his gift of a sinister wit will switch The history encrypted on Egyptian hieroglyphics Deep as an abyss or as a cataclysmic fissure Hits the spliff and from his lips emit a scrip divine or mythic The blunt is ablaze with dank cut up and laced I'm trippy as Alice in her Wonderland days It's an abundance of pain inside a blundering haze Then I gun it as fast as actors change in undermanned plays They dug up the grave and found the beats that I had k**ed and buried This sh**'s sicker than a belly with dysentery I'm dressed fresher than an LDS missionary Now the best but was the worst, I must confess, listen carefully In eighth grade, I was the king of the friend zone No game, never touched an end zone Or got to first base, but then the world changed I used to get the whip, and now I'm whipping a Benz, yo And chicks'll bend low, head blue, Winslow I'm gonna blow, better head to the window Over-wordy rapping up and tore the beat asunder Yo, even Percy Jackson couldn't hope to steal my thunder Cause I'm spitting 'til my Adam's Apple's atrophied So pa** the mic, you're lyrically equivalent to alkaline Basic, greatest ever, let's face it Rap had died, I brought it back to life like my a** was Christ And I ain't saying I'm Jesus But you ain't never seen me in the same place he was So lead us not to evil or a face full of lesions A few guys flying high, stand and pledge allegiance [DC] Dude listen, when you consume my tunes your mood will glisten They say "glue your potty mouth," while I'm steady pooing and pissing An evil genius in a kid's body, word to Stew Griffin When I'm spitting, you'll be sure to do some shoe kissing It's the capital D to the capital C And I'm the un-presidented president of spitting factual heat They say to separate your wants from your actual needs But I open up all doors like a magical key I'm trying to see more green and haters be so mean But I'm riding 'round town saying "F you" like I'm Cee-Lo Green Since I've seen fourteen, my raps have seemed so clean Don't sleep on me, cause like a big mattress I'm gonna be your king Going where few men have gone before, like the women's bathroom Strapping up for war, AFB is my platoon I'm surprisingly vicious, like an irrational raccoon I rock Vans and I'm getting wilder, I should be on National Lampoon The most, I'm different, and that we all know You're busy trying to blend in, in fact you're like Waldo Don't play football, but my lines are All-Pro DC isn't the best? Lo siento, that's falso I hear you talking the talking, but I don't see you walking the walking Like Stephen Hawking, I strike rappers out while you're on the mound balking Why are people always flocking to my raps when they're dropping? Cause my flow's fresher than the style that Ryan Gosling's rocking (Call me) Kim Jong, cause my raps are so ill (It's) been long since someone spit so real Eating whack rappers for breakfast, that's one terrible meal These whack tracks got rappers slipping like I threw a banana peel I'm a man of steel, and AFB? You know we win I'm a cool cat, dawg, Nickelodeon From the west, trying to be the best, on a quest, like what Brody's been You're on the ground, I'm a sky walker, like Obi-Kenobi's friend