Chuck Nasty - Doomsday lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a f**ing floating poltergeist Puling hoes and dykes because they prolly thought my flow was nice Hanging 'round the p**y like I'm going toe to toe with mice Got me rolling eyes to skies while n***as rolling dice Something like a fire breathing arsonist Or a sniper in the woods practicing his marksmanship If I go broke I'm on some shoot up your apartment sh** Robbing n***as, especially if this parka fits If I get rich? I'mma go hit Vegas Bumping 36 Chambers under the moons phases Sipping with the women til they go get faded Have them b**hes rolling spliffs with my moleskine pages Outside of the box like zombies, Head full of dreads like Samedi Running this Jumanji Watch me. Not to be co*ky But I'mma be the flyest motherf**er blowing up, Kamikaze [Verse 2] Wolverine Charles Xavier overloading Jean Grey with the Phoenix as she composes dreams Weapon X infected telepathy, still controlling teams 'Turns out that I'm more broken than my composure seems It took me 5 heartbreaks, to figure out what closure means Now I'm giving b**hes a full cup of Folgers cream Hard knock life; No sugar cookies and Ovaltine Nasty like sh**ty drawls in holy jeans Snapping like a rat trap; cheese, you couldn't have that I dig in that p**y, that Joe's Crab Shack, scratch that I swear I be ducking these hoes, Aflack. Man I'm such an a**crack b**h they call me Johnny; Where's the cash at? Pa** that Baseball mitts, k**ing pussies like hard dick My dick and balls sit underneath where your broad sits Plus I'm dropping hits. It's Grayscale Family Until "DOOMSDAY" or the f**ing zombie apocalypse