TANUKI - Bile lyrics

[Verse 1] The Wolf is spitting rabies and his Growl is piercing He's Overdosing lately to adjust his hearing Ladies know that he a Monster so they playing local sponsor Asking them to “Call Me Baby” fingers on their earring Hear me, hear me, I'm yelling from the zenith Cause the fiends are sleeping on this heathen But my bile rising faster than the steam I'm breathing Even need a meaning for the meetings I'm attending recent He's ravenous, damaged from his abstinence Can't follow greed so he draws from pot of avarice Tryna voice his creed and his claws are hot with jaggedness Whipping sh** delicious with the salt he stole from cabinet Sticking pretty strictly to his cubicle like Qbert Soul never fit and that's exactly why the shoe hurt If you heard that he falling off, that's a bit absurd Never on the cloud at all, too scared of heights to really ball Player digging trenches on some World War 1 sh** Sitting in the benches on some curl warm-up sh** Hanging on the trees and I'm chewing on the eucalyptus If I told you I was lying is it truth or am I lifted? [Verse 2] I take the elevator down to the trial room One grizzly situation too hard to bear the fumes Third time's the charm so I'm asking for that three-group But I haven't had a fling since I was still in High School I keep my ice cool By the beach I keep my eyes pooled You know lambs they make the wolf drool And other wolves get his fur on end, too He only parched just to match his hunger Saliva on the beat proving that with thunder I think I'm starving cause of 2 of 4 humors I'll dissect with my phlegm and blood cruller The first bile is the yellow one I surely know All aggression leads to problematic episodes I'm just tryna funnel fury into fancy feasts Let my temper take a tempo and support my feats The other bile is of black, call it melancholy Dealing with depression pouring it on everybody So I'm dipping my pen in this black bile Writing fine fiction to pervade my perfect failure files [Verse 3] Sick of this bile, so I'm bout to go vile See the sticklers getting tickled by the sweat of his brow How the chickens getting fickle at the threat of the cow Pull the hammer of the rhapsodist and knock it like “blaow” We getting crowded by downloads, frowning cause the cloud slow How low will nouns go, sentenced to the clown show Red nose product of the cold cut ounce stone Protect your neck and the load the deck with ten of your best, forget the Checks and f** your ex and throw the pills in the grim crypt Cause this sh** bangs the whip harder than a sixth fifth For me to grovel on a center flowing throbbing I'm Intoxicated swimming to the brim with thin lips So kiss the twisted fist and let the man grow Lifting quickly to the Starry Night like Van Gogh Spitting so vivid the paintings in gold, spilling the bile all over the mold Capital rising and so he devising that rappers are thin so he cutting them cold