Lakutis - Finito Posse Jawn lyrics

[Verse 1: Chaz Van Queen] My name's Donny Hathaway Chaz Van Happy Day Meet something nice then I Tom Hanks Castaway You having nightmares sleeping off that Alizé I Pinot Grigio [?] wait [?] [?] Africa [?] Harlem, Queens, Stat, [?] couple miles away [Fat a**?] everywhere We don't get bent out of shape Basically I'm trying to say Way too much for us to take So I let you live You pay to play You are not a threat We are not afraid You visiting pimpin' We here night and day I'll be sure your money dry up, fade away Counting pennies Hardaway I feel a little pity Small bouquet Shouldn't have been trickin' Colin McKay Now you broke like no carbohydrates Aw baby My name is-aw baby [Verse 2: Kool A.D.] It's naked rap The cat, the dog Everywhere broken gla** All the girls standing in the line for the yoga cla** Jim Carrey, I'm the Super Bowl I'm David Lynch selling dope on the iPhone Izod t-shirts Yo, run your Wallabees White people, Gimme 20 Dollars Monopoly I'm Ron Browz in wingtips I sing sh** Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo People smoking cigarettes look like they factories Oh sh** that's totally actually true, actually Call me Levar Burton I got $20 Wish I was a little bit taller I'm in the Skee-Lo camp Yo, I'm lamping with cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads Why is Drake's face red Fly this gay spaceship Kanye's gay bracelets DMX and a BMX at the X-Games Yo, um... But less lame But more lame though Yo yo, stay in your lane, bro Flying cars don't exist, mostly for legal reasons Jews run the media plus they control the seasons, yo Yo, who controls the 8 immortals but the number 7 and Morgan Freeman in Se7en But more s** Ain't nobody finna Sadat X me I'm too Presley Don't arrest me Yes please, test me, Nestle chocolate mix c-nah nah nah, I'm joking, joking Yo, I'm just joking though [Verse 3: DVS] Yo, uh This blazing as deadly as Jason and Freddy We taking your fetti and lazing with some bacon spaghetti It's taking the cake and [?] medley It's fire, right? [?] the pilot light, it's baking already Chin up Drop your bong, slap an Apple out your Macintosh Had to talk trash [?] you with half a jaw [?] have a pulse I'm back laughing and acting like he be having balls I'm mad at all y'all, tripping and clowning These kids get a dick in their mouth and wanna twitter about it They missing a mission, they Mickey Mousin' mocking the masters Call me Dwayne Johnson, I'll rock with you ba*tards ([?]) Walking disaster, I talk with the awkwardest grammar Of course it's fine cause only marketing matters (true) So you can find me on a billboard, real bored Making it rich or taking a piss in an ill Ford [Verse 4: Lakutis] Haha, yo yo yo yo yo... And it go a little something like this... Sleeping at the [Barnaby?] and [Jones?] I dream [of zine?] until the manticore approaches So I motion with the sneak tendril My soul disciple [?] I break the van I'm screaming kugichagulia with the [?] k** your gills no functional Me no trade no ham cheese Capri Sun Lunchable [?] my [?] half a [?] sandwich Blood-filled skull [?] [?] like the suit of the real Dracula With the '03 Acura, immaculate Slap box my floors Sister dated Chris Brown Who's just trying to really fight 'em I really like him Everybody be nice to him Big lollipop, little sailor suit Watch me dolly dip Scotty beam me Paki mami, I'm a whaler too True, true, true, what? [Verse 5: Mike Finito] Yo, it's Finito The big drum [?] Feels like I'm rotating on a dish inside of a microwave Feeling Japanese, rocking waterways in a tidal wave Free Groupon, chemotherapeutic ma**age [?] Had a [?] [?] as we enter into final days Cryogenically preserving [?] of my wife But hey I'm [?] a violent d**h to a [mid-Queens writer day?] What an imaginative and vibrant way to throw your life away [Verse 6: Davito] Davito Chong like Cheech Strong arm reach Strom Thurmond Party on the South Beach And I'm in my boat shoes God my gold tooth, gold earrings too [?] I thought I was really cool, yeah really really cool [?] rather keep a [?] Gettysburg Address [?], yo Kitty on the [?] pause and I got a little bitty on my muddy mind [?] she pop a little titty when she [?] Oh, and she k** it when she running through the city like she diddy on a mara- Thon I'm Enamored with a cherry Thong I Marry y'all at the [?] mazeltov [?] La-la-la-last night changed it all I really had a ball Marigold heels on my merry-go-round And she really go down When the [?] come back we can really bro down [?] Like a sunshower on a [?] a president Counting dead presidents Watching dead presidents Bumping Dead Prez cause I got a dead head in my [wet bed?] Courts set precedence Lawyers need evidence Teacher, preacher, [?] caught up in a [?] Feeling like I need a pizza in my own home Phone home Bro bone I drop it like an acid tab Drop it like an acid tab Drop it like an acid tab Drop it like an acid tab Drop it like an acid tab b**h