DopantBeats - Nana Nana lyrics

(Verse 1: A.M. Pressive) Got the Blanton's on rocks, son I'm talking single barrel No guns Im not a hunter but I'm hunted cause I'm feral Smooth accent call me Farrel Full of puns call me Ferrel My life is stranger than fiction even God says I'm a miracle A Marigold Calendula Officinalis Cultivating a bright mind for a lifetime of prowess Never prowl less than a cat that's been unscathed by curiosity People gon' buy curiously into my shows to see me spit like a dirty pitcher My pitches always deliver results that are favored Got more flow than a river Spittin' frigid, make ya shiiver Colder and nuttier than a Blizzard, so all you haters sit down and hold your f**in' Snickers Versing more than a preacher man Looking to get Dusty with them kickers in Springfield man I'm just over here working with my hands writing songs and lighting bongs Hoping that someone takes notice of the talent that belongs on stages Amazing The status that I chase and dream to take my wife away with More than just wishful phrasing Until then I'm working hard and always pushin' Caterpillar earth mover, my confidence stay a**ertin' b**h (Verse 2: Bird Soup) Got the Jim Beam bottle Flippin' the boggle switch Screwballin' it up, pitch And then dip with a kid's b**h I'm talkin' a bunch of sh** Beat puttin' the skip in my spit She put the spit on my dick And made the banana split Lit anybody shuckin, jivin, or half steppin' Country f** and I rep it Tell it blunt, no discretion; I'm not one for the petting Or pigeon pecks at the leggings; You can stay Smuckers It's my Dickinson's she's spreading I'm steppin' in with the lyrical flex And I ain't expecting sh**, no gratuity checks Rap hobby and vex, and I leave ‘em perplexed; A god damned s**ual tyrannosaurus Rex Kwon Do flow, break the wrist, walk away Break the wrist and walk away sh**, I could do this all day Freeze and serve sweet rappers, now that's a sorbet Ok, Bird, we get it, you ain't out to play Circle K feet, I been around gettin' higher Openly white with a mix of Louis, Carlin and Pryor Stay as excellent as Bill S. Preston Esquire With a voice that a fill a room like Vienna Boys Choir