Phedee - Aqua Teen lyrics

[Verse 1: Pluto] You're better off believing I'm seasoned to keep esteem Fiending to release the heat Like Little Caesars Pizza cheese Highs I seek them So stick to the chiefing and keep from speaking Teach these people reasons why the sleeping isn't needed On the Click Members f**ing up Twitter sh** talkers Chalking up the losses Quit the scoffing doggie, walk it off and know not when to bark Hark, its the sloppy parking, window sparking Never resting adolescents Subtle flexing weapons Beck who wants to test, and leave them gurneys stretching Off the record, I ditched the decking and equipped the wesson No second guessing I'm the best at besting [Verse 2: Sack] Spitting fire in the booth Yeah you know thats all we do This sh** is Dusty And we're the best trust me These b**hes wanna f** me They tell me that they love me I tell them, "Get the f** away from me!" Yo, We out the cut and f**ing s*uts And we don't give a f** We eat a p**y like it's lunch So come here baby girl and let me munch No Chief Keef, but I Hate Being Sober And when I grab the mic it's game over Let me hit that blunt and get my eyes a little lower Search far and wide and I'm sure that you will find There's no one as dope as I And if you say different that's a damn lie Call me Delta Airlines, cause I'm so damn fly Listening to anyone else would be a bother I'll beat that p**y up just like an abusive stepfather Yeah, she call me daddy, but she ain't my f**ing daughter [Verse 3: Pluto] Yeah never that Hallucinating fools full of chemicals, Dead a** criminals Clowning in the living room Stomach sit with shrooms, While I'm grasping the Pinnacle Brady bunch f**ed up, Wake up, down in the dumps Bit of luck found what I want And baked up a half pound with some chumps Double puff, pa** and repeat Designed from the hat to jeans Paid cash, peek the long a** receipt Do the math and you can see I got what they need Rapped and surprised but it never came free Pressed play and made a big-eyed teen Ask who it be and scream "Its P from D-U-S-T" [Verse 4: Sack] Dusty This sh** is as dusty as a ten year old dresser Double G's, and LV's up on my damn sweater Dusty Click, there is none better She s**ing on my dick just like a baby bottle sh**, I'm making money just like I'm f**ing Donald Also I'm the best so don't be mad when I Trump ya I'm on the highest cla**, so you know I'm up above ya I'll take ya girl and make her think that I love her And when I'm shooting you should duck for f**ing cover f** with us, you get the cross I'm so stuck in your girl's mouth that she needs floss Walk up in the room and hear up-roaring applause f** with Dusty, you end up in a hearse So I'll end this immaculate verse No premature ejaculation, but we'll always finish first