Cplex - Domestic Slow Dance lyrics

[Jak Tripper] I'm like stump removal when they light the stem My writing pen can't show 100 cc's vicodin handful Mac 9 president mask, snatching stack shines off of them bengals Acid trips in the sticks, I'm outty Labowsky, stoned in some sandles I recruit youths from the outreach toss em all handles You ain't about heat, you ground meat Spit them rhymes off or get mangled I see the Lincoln and the Crown V's, hawk and the vandals It's either I take him off the mantle Or end up a corpse, arms crossed in a FEMA coffin Wrapped in cloths over flag poles I die for the cult, young priest with the healing hand Feel this man, I smell veal, my work make meals of man Ski walkers feel the wrath Bloated on lake bottoms, slithering Sliding around down there, with the eels and crabs Home invasions easy We shoot it up, creep in, quiet as seeping gas Leave after squeezing cans The only f**ing thing moving inside of your house was the ceiling fans [Boxguts] Thought that slor, Art, was pretty before I left her choach in a yawn Even boned her moms holes with no Trojan on Holding strong, floating over blowing on skam Potent palm fronds, leave your a**es all glowing orange That's a UV ray rap spray Giving bad tans that's just supposed to flaunt Hands down our team's got the dopest jaunts Flows stay going hard cause them joints is so raunch Get on point yo, come on go and load up that bong Our scroll's coals melt your souls til there's no ghost to haunt Old spirits in limbo better look to move along Or get your angel cake crab faces broke with tongs Go and play that reggaeton Oh my bad I forgot this was the jump off, waiting on toads and frogs Faded up in the smoke and fog Cottontail paper chase, pay for plays, who gave your doe the Fonz? And b**hes say your hoe's always with the grossest johns She can't even claim slam pig just a swollen hog In fact if I pull an Oscar Meyer out of the ice box She getting her face f**ed right now by a frozen dog Sever hands at the shoulders and rock em on my coat of arms Codes of harm, drobed in a cloak of hemoglobin coated yarn Yelling pa** that pig skin son, I'm going long I don't know about ape sh** but I've been told we're going Kong [Cplex] Yo I box him out, World Star him Couple of kicks to the brain, World Star him Shifting his brain so he never thinks Time pa** in his mind as he blinks Plex, yes, J23 move sh** I do this, tracks solo abuse sh** Welcome to the abyss Your mind's are f**ed up That type of crazy that don't exist Plex wants to punch a b**h Make it public, number one on your YouTube list ??, testing this f** you My attitude don't b**h about sh** I do d** not to escape I keep it real, too real, especially when I trip face Trap house pothead, yeah I dumbed out [speaking spanish] We don't pop bottles [speaking spanish] I'm tweaking, but control when I'm speaking Drinking 151 for the evening Hit the block, ?? when I be creeping Money to be made, I'll sleep when I'm dead Until then I'mma stay awake Son I don't play Time waits for no man Until then I'll live life like a slow jam