OfficialDJDSign - Yahtzee! lyrics

[Verse: Haiku Kush] Yo, Don't f** with me I eat beef up like its potpourri Where's your b**h oh yeah she all over me She smoke me out get my pot for free Then she s** my dick I got off scot free I'm fresh you just dirty laundry Don't call me normal cuz I'm sick like palsy Making moves ballsy All the way to the top see Smoke so much hot weed I make the f**ing cops seethe Heathen, up and coming most recent Changing of the guard, I'm changing the f**ing seasons Ask me why I'm great ill give you ten reasons I don't back down anger me no appeasing Your b**h get freaking cuz I like a little teasing As long as she gets to pleasing She hot I'm cold as ice freezing Skeet skeeting on her gla**es I flow like mola**es Sit down for your cla**es Get them wet a**es bouncing with my tactics I pick up the slack b**h With my ma**ive contractions I go so fast I beat ba*tards in past tense Creative building rhymes like contraptions I'm an irrational rascal Getting stacks Rapping synonymous with raping Wake up and I'm baking The strongest I'm amazing Raising stakes On them straight as psych F's with a capital Like from all these dancing hoes Frankie here wondering where the fatties go Getting head from a nappy ho Then roll up and get cracking dro Newsworthy notorious f** the status quo Inglorious Go to the morgue and chug four loko with the four of us I'm a new brand new while you're just f**ing storing dust You trying so hard when in truth you boring us I hate hooks and books Take a long look To learn sk**s from straight crooks Dmot my f**ing family Slaughter a f**ing manatee Chiton dmot mascot Dress him in an ascot For max vag block and snort rock I run sh** and run pot I'm a tyrant, a crackpot Getting bad b**hes on this co*k I got a plot you can't stop Get rich before I drop with seven unreleased mixtapes on my laptop Posthumous rumors About how inhuman my crews been I love thick girls she can't be too thin Looking for a nest begin my roostin If I triumph, it ain't a fluke win Ill bury you no shovels just brute strength Haiku for my poetry stuff Kush for my weed love Put em together you get too much to call enough I spit icy fire, burning the air frosty My rhymes are bossly I flex like I'm flossing While these ba*tards stay salad tossing Im Caesar my meter is off the charts, yahtzee