Flying Lotus - SDS lyrics

Whoh, I'm jacked off the joe Packed a new Mack just to back off the foes Finna casket the Mac verse Some chaps raps make me laugh 'till my abs hurt Facts first, it's the Screwface Cap, sir Bad adverbs? You're leaving ma** with a stabbed shirt Act like you have worth, my cats catch cash pushing packs Out the back of the Black church Just to jack the White dude profit; priest takes a slice of the top plus A chach sniff; Jakes too so the cops don't stop it Making chops to your mom, pops, Doc and the locksmith The flow s'posed to puzzle you Wait right here, I'll be back like Flash with the muzzle glue Drop a stack and we'll view what your mum'll do The type of lewd acts you couldn't even mumble through Dome's 5 o'clock Dames ain't complain 'bout his aims or his size of -- Shoe, yo DOOM, pa** the brews Blast the boom bap and take a nap on the tube Sipping sap in the booth like Tunechi It's past noon, where the fume and the shrooms be? Rapping over moon beats 'till the room bleeds blue Running up your crew for boom sneaks and free food To who you think the clues lead? I'm the soon-to-be dude I'll drop the best news 'till spittoons leak Luc's on a cheeky streak If you can't handle the truth, you prolly shouldn't speak to me f** molly, where the three litre beakers of ether be? Me? I'm making naked queens outta Jesus freaks Doll, please; I'm on that Rohld Dahl stee After I fall balls-deep, don't call me I'll call back like an interview if I'm into you Roll back like spinners do and roll a couple pinners, boo Get on your knees on the interstate Trust, I'll return deeds with cunnilingus and a dinner plate Running Mingus on her G-string; couldn't make a finger wait What a great way to lift the inner mood L-Spex: the next paradigm shift Type to make "bare inside" parrot minds flip; Miller Light rhyming ferret-sized While Fly Lo left plenty paralyzed following the snare-acide Wallow on the terrace with a carrot-size pair of dimes? Verified They're all glaring with the errand eyes