Simple - Silver Platter lyrics

[Verse 1: sIMple] Yo its sIMple Callon B what up (Punches) (Oh f**) Sweatpants Beer cans scattered as my thoughts Write raps in a stolen shopping cart Who got the keys to let the ghosts up out the rapping vault Haven't tripped since last fall Had midgets guarding my castle b**h I'm past a**hole I'm a new breed of douche bag How'd we usher an era in Of MC's who never been Down in the pad writing wraps laid up Kicking back with a sack twisting zags Mismatched but the kids still call it swag I still call em f*gs, f** you I'm comfortable Lyrically unpredictable, flow shift is impeccable New transmission in the old school like I'm Arnold P.S. since 1:18 I've been stoned That's when you got startled Who's this new artist painting pictures of a forest Riding dolphins and all of the trees talking All of the Reeves walking Pardon me, please stop it, I need all of these fees waived HI! b**h give me free base like this sh** was intentional I brush it off and steal second like I'm Henderson A game like professional, medically I'm a vegetable But I taste great You f**ers stink like a bad fart Rolling green, Reptar, rap star Now thats art Half a crack head when I'm off on these bath salts Can't blame my parents, that's raps fault [Chorus: Callon B] Get the f** out my mother f**in face Like I give a f** what you got to say b**h stay in your place I have enough enough enough on my f**in plate x2 (We) Serve the bullsh** on a silver platter (I) Serve the bullsh** on a silver platter I serve the bullsh** on a silver platter Yeah we the illest rappers [Verse 2: Callon B] The hypochondriac of rap, an insomniac it's fact Hit the laundry mat for a** in a Pontiac Hit the gas and I crash like coming down from a shroom trip A king catch me in my tomb b**h Full of hieroglyphs of my past life Nailing your ancestors, divin in the a** like a jack knife Junkies hang around like I pack white And I'm one to, always hittin on the gla** pipe Chronic fumes bet my dude sIMple on em' to On the move got no time to talk to you Time is money so I'm saving up To spend it all on Asian s*uts, you should be praising us Young Gods, for Heaven sakes we are Locked the keys to Heavens gates in my car f**, I can be so forgetful But can't forget how to eat instrumentals All I need to know is where my meds at Not so sure where my head at prolly where your breast at Fire up the motorboat Wavy, frowned on by the older folks Wake N Bake, and head to f**in Steak N Shake Don't pay for the plate I ate Dine and ditch, same sh** to the finest b**h Microdot drips inside a 5th, k** it Vandalize your village know I'm the realist Every track gets pillaged till it's The final day in my life, I'm on this rap sh** You gon never wake up if you nappin [Outro: Callon B] Maaaan you hear me swaggin on the track? You hear what I did there? We mother f**in out here f** what you said AC on the boards f** with me!