Count Ba** D - Brasilian Landing Strip lyrics

[Verse 1] It's all trash talk He glad that the force in the flex His rhymes in one hand, gross beats in the next Then he spit I heard somebody say everything things been said It ain't just been said by everybody Take the Mickey out of rap, it sound a hot mess.. Juxtapose, the empress new nose Martin Luther King ain't had to drive through no number 2 Don't discriminate cause she works at Mickey Ds Free from the scene if the bread back was on a grilled cheese Trippin' off the Brasilian Landin' Strip [Verse 2] Tell Vicky, not to snitch on a hickey Keep a secret for once The check come for lunch, we all get duntz Now that's what I call lyrics Volume six dip flipped to a knockout after peepin' in Pirate Tips This time like the whiners, to a b**h She took my weakness for kindness My vices for niceness It's like zoroastrianism Shut up bit my bones, if he don't speakin' then he won't feel ya Now step outside you ain't tryna get filled Resurrect the god of chivalry yet He the type the beef when rejected on a night cap [Verse 3] Pound of prevention, bushel of cure He puzzled while she sensitive in mad demure She got the right to choose, 'cept to choose To walk the streets full of hot air Auto blustery her ears have lust for me She read like a willow Activate it one day, or smell like my pillow Catch boo get with night crawl in a minnow Typical political path to president... Huh Should of called them, they beats is three stacks less Who knows? Maybe they do shows for checks with 2 zeros The honorable MF DOOM teaches us this is a no-no Another bad bad creation With Dallas saucer, then vro-vro A musician with more work than mojo I'm risin' like Andre 3000 The flames of this mansion location Saskatchewan Huh, Count Ba** b**h