Lakutis - Owlsley lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.] Yo, I was riding a train And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain "let's battle" Come to my surprise, a brother's move his eyes on the prize He said, screw that, I ain't got nothin to lose bruh Alight let me bust my sh** [?] Hurry up, kid, bust ya joints, and then I'll bust mine Then I got a be out, cuz I gotta see the sunny set, okay (swag) "Blah blah blah" is what he said Then I came around, just f**ed up his head And this is what I said I say K, k**er, k**er, Kool A.D sometimes Sometimes my words hypnotize me Spooky, (?), ghoulish, foolish, manish Thuggish ruggish, raw What it do? What it really do? Get it, fool: You don't really want to see me do the real Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, boomshakalaka, boom, bibity, bomb da boom, bibit, bibit Ribbit, sit, English Oh sh** it's really, sh** it's really And I'm feeling like I really gotta get away, gotta get away, get away, get away, any way Yeah, we do it every day Buck wild in a shoot 'em up way Bang bang, then the buffalo sway Buffalo, oops, sit up on the stoop with a juice Just lookin', sit up in the kitchen just cookin' Eat it like a cookie Eat it like a cookie Eat it like a-- (Mumbling) [swag, swag, peanut bu*ter, bone bone bone bone, etc] [Hook] Express yourself x6 [Verse 2: Lakutis] Hot mon, flesh body All I see inside my head: dead bodies Suicide my guap, 'bout to spend my nightmare Coffin filled with the kids with the white hair My brain, filled up with the d** and the lab with the fools and pretending John Lennons b**h I', John Lennon, dead in Manhattan, doctor Manhattan Fly away to Mars to a crystal castle Listen to Crystal Castle I don't need to see these a**holes I be on the corner playing Cee Lo outside my house Crack my skull, coke fly out Drugs go in, guts come out, that's what that twisted motherf**a's all about [?] like a old b**h she scream "thinner" So I holla back, "no doubt motherf**a!" Cops wanna catch a motherf**er Oh, yo [?] who you, Danny Glover? Mr. Lover, lover, undercover brotha Sleepin' in a cupboard, fishy-er than a pantry This whole world is shadowed, deeper in the rat hole Find your dead relatives askin' 'bout my rap show [Outro] (Lakutis Ad lib) You are now listening to Steel Tipped Dove production