Yo
Ya know
My airflow's
Come to narrow
Your blood flow like a box of
Ho Hoes
I'm Triple X
No L, though
I Own
CS:GO
ELO
Gone Global
Gallstones
Will break your dick bone
But my words slice through to the marrow
I am the ca-bah-y-air-oh
That
Wearo
His Sombrero
Like a va-care-oh
I'm phat like a roll
On a fat mole
Stuck in a rabbit hole
Wanna know
How deep it goes?
It'll put the scare in your crow
I've come to pull
The curtain on this show
And you're hung like a dope
From a rope
Of coke
No hope
But I've come to elope
With Lady Gaga
Blah blah
Not Joe Caldero
No
I've been down that road, befo'
With that Ho
So
Gimme mo
Gimme mo
Gimme mo
Katy, Britney, and Ellie
Oh
It's my Celebrity Bordello
Press, X
Then 1
Go
Go
Go
On my Counter-strike Radio
Ladies, swallow
My jello
I've come to Reap What I'll Sow
I know
The light is yellow
But I won't slow
I'll speed up in the snow
I want a piece of that a**
So
I'll light a match
Throw it in the gas
And watch this mofo
Blow
Feel the flow?
Yes or no
I'll bring the dough
Hot like a jalapeno
Hear this vocal control?
Coming through yo stereo?
It's like an isotope
A radioactive-like glow
Mimic Em like Gogo
I'm Shining
Like Jack Nick-oh
Bright even when I'm
Six feet below
So
I'll put an arrow in your knee, not elbow
Then skull f** your nose
While eating a bowl
Of tomatoe
Cheerios
With Dumbo
Cut you up, stick you in the trunk
Of a truck I don't own
While f**ing Snow White in the back seat
With Santa and the Seven Dwarves
Singing Hi Triple Ho
Off to work I go
s** my lumps of coal
Till I cream in your mouth
And push your lips together like an oreo
I just stole
Her soul
Now she's hallow
Like the Pope
Full of holes
I'm strung out
Like a
Yo
Yo
No
I'm kidding
I don't
Dodo
Drugs
But I'm an Absurd Bird
That'd my word
I'm a jerk
I'm an old soul
Like the
Werewolf of Bordeaux
And his bros
Finley D, Jayden E and Oh
Won't
Eat a crow
Just a jar of cookie dough
Broke out of d**h row
To stomp Po Pos
Like a burning piece of Guano
In the inferno
You can't k** the prophets
Ain't no
One gunna stop it
Heaven's droppin
Out of the sky
You all gonna die
But we gonna fly
Away
Today
Nothing left to say
But Oy Vey
Hey
The divine sage
Knows you can feel it
You can feel me, but you can't heal me
I'm gold, but unholy
Steal me
And get k**ed, G
The Banana you can't Peel
See
I'm a G-O-D
So let's make a deal-eee
The hive's
Come alive
Feel my Jive
And Open your mind to
My
Eye
First we were De-Cla**ified
Now we're in the open
And you're hopin
It's just your mom that I'm gropin
And not my Mac-10
Thus it begins
I'm a sly guy that's come to buy
The rights to your possessions
Listen to my lessons
I'm fessin' up
I filled your girlfriend's cup
It wasn't luck, but rather
Rough
I couldn't get enough
I leaned back as she s**ed
My dick
sh**
If I took that, she'd probably eat it
While I rubbed her clit
Like my muses
I fused this music with them
We're one
I think I might be in love
They're done and we're
Driving my dead dad's V-Dub
Beetle
To the top of this demon's steeple
The space needle
I'm doctor Evil And I'm f**in a beagle in the front seat-l
That's Seattle without a T and the E culled, am I an eagle?
I'm uneagled, er, equaled, living in upheaval
But I'm a peaceful regal
That lives in an illegal cathedral
Christened in Steven Seagull's
Fecal