Oddyssey - Dharma Ft. L.Elliot lyrics

[Verse 1: Oddyssey] They ask me, ain't you worried about the world endin'? f** it I don't need a list to tell me how to kick the bucket I don't need a bad b**h smokin' up my nuggets I gave 'em a f**, could care less where they stuck it In cla**, kickin' Edgar Allan Poe Raven like a writin' desk, quick check the flow Star Trek marathon, mounain out of coke You could act like you ain't really bout it bout it, ho Whoa oh, it's 2012 AD? Why you still waitin' for that certain shade of green? And you pop, poppin' the bean! Ramon's traphouse, sippin' sprite and codeine Spread them thighs, ho I'm trynna get between b**hes is b**hes, I don't mean to demean All about a dollar and them dollars bout me Wu in the deck, f** you know about cream? It's that lyrical speech therapist Sin sayer, causin' trauma and embarra**ment Arrogant, flairin' up and courtin' all them heiresses Apparent that Ms. Paris is sqwuakin' like some parrots is Sharp, pair of scissors, lesbian encounter, it's that Lakeview Terrace minus Samuel L Terrorist El daring-est, rock paper guns dynomite Flyer Kite Runner like a soph*moric sub a**igned it Thirsty for them cosigns, blow sinuses Bless ya'll, side affected with that flow dryness Like Linus, got them Benjamins folded under them blankets Endin' careers faster than you f*gs ended plankin' I'm thankin' any of ya'll Gods who ain't crankin' Like Jesus tellin' Tyler that he ain't a fan of bacon I got you shakin', in them Chuck Taylor laces Spit like throat cancer through some rose gold braces, sh** Time travelin' bunnies Bring the Ruckus, Boondocks and Gin Rummy You whack lads is gettin' a bit chummy But it's the Major Fab Four gettin' dome from your mummy Underwraps, Mark Summers rollin' doobies up Double dare, couple spare dollars when they b**bies up Got this b**h about as drunk as Sleeping Beauty was Creepin' on her timeline for some pics of booty! Who be us? Them self philanthropists Undergraduate, those adamant rap an*lysts Spittin' contaminants, k**in' Christian Evangelists Catapultin' b**hes and feelin's back to bandwagon Never lettin' bops hop on it I'm chopped, call it, Mexican Chop with hot sauce on it Cops want it, never let 'em get the drop on it Rich boy, croppin' off the lop sodded hot sausauge Mollywhoppin', curb stomp 'em in to boxes In the home depot, with your mom pickin' out coffins Coughing up, astonished this white kid has bars And it's kinda f**in' hard to keep up with the Major Squadron Lost, livin' out my days til' the end My last words spoken will not make me friends We're in the antechamber to the lion's den The fall of mankind, time and time again [Verse 2: L.Elliot] Ultraviolet ectoplasm oozing out her bed The moon is in alignment the goddess is never dead She followed Gardner to the garden's ring Whooped another b**hes a** who fantasized about the stings And the order of things, like riding Alex Sanders Let the old ones gang banged her but don't hang her Dressed in her red Spangled My very own Samantha Used to watch the show in pampers Ankle Bracelets made of Bell, Books, and Candles King Diamond for my grandma A god father for my grandpa To understand the dharma of the adharma My love for Marilyn & Anton Before Kern shot him with a lunch box My b**hes wear Dianic With no love for hip-hop cuz this sh**s soft So they sing along to Bathory Elizabeth taking blood baths with me After Charlotte Free s**s the Yuth out of me To be Forever 21 I'm cumming on her Maybelline its done