Lunar C - Sour Skittles lyrics
{Intro} Tipper Gang Yo {Verse 1} My weed tastes like Sour Skittles Kick-drum slap you 'cross the chops and make your jowls jiggle I said something genius that sounded simple Over Mash beats, we got paid and split it down the middle Coked up with Charlie Sheen Make your girl belly twerk to Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Don't fu*king start with me Northern hospitality Southern comfort Underdog, bust her dogless, shut the fu*k up My brain's having technical mishaps I'm chemically imbalanced Depressing but sh*t happens Dealing with you pussies was never a big challenge You should know being a hatеr has never been in fashion Made a killing off of words again 'causе I've got a way with it Set the bar now I'm raising it like I'm weightlifting Can't beat me, to even try's pointless Had time to think about my life choices like White Boy Rick {Hook} Shades on in the winter, I'm a fashionista b*tch I don't owe you anything, why you acting bitter? Spreading peace, counting mantras like {?} Big massive bifta like Black The Ripper {Verse 2} fu*k your cloud, I'll let it go to your head like a blood clot I'll crumble your empire, no friends or no love lost If you see me rubbing shoulders, I'm just getting a dust-off I'll raise hell 'til the Devil's above God Sniffed up with your auntie, sweating my nuts off She said I gave a memorable performance like Hendrix at Woodstock Better than me? Who you getting your drugs off? Your weed's covered in leaves with smells of sweat like your HUF socks Pupils dilated, not my usual mindstate Been getting higher during lockdown like suicide rates No sneakdissing, I don't do those mind-games Me and my pen, name a better duo, I'll wait I'll never let you fu*k with my friends like a co*kblocker You've got nothing if you haven't got honour You're just in it for the fame, no critical acclaim Or a soul to ascend from your physical remains {Hook} Shades on in the winter, I'm a fashionista b*tch I don't owe you anything, why you acting bitter? Spreading peace, counting mantras like {?} Big massive bifta like Black The Ripper {Outro} Yeah, not a lot else left to say Glad I wrote another verse Sound