Текст песни
Better to have too much than too little
I be speakin to these animals like Doctor Doolittle
They mad brittle
Forever second fiddle
Got shooters ready to pop out like fake peanut brittle
Dudes spittle on the mic make it one of a kind
Sell it for 10 bucks and a bag of pork rinds
Said
Fork knife and mad beats
Glued to the TV lockin my own latch-key
Open the gates
Who wanna battle stars like Galactica
Soon as you in have you rushin out like an enema
They hangin on the end of my sentences like a period
You better duck even when I reload like Hyperion
Catch me throwin bands or
Playin Borderlands
Anybody wanna throw hands can get the Tiger Stance
Or if you wanna get the work
Snap you off a joy-con
But think of the old lady whose gonna find you in her koi pond
Breaker One-Nine
I got a decal decaf
Little shot of nothin
But a reminiscent first half
Sickest clique
Your gang ain't shit
Breakfast Klub come through cop a zone then we split
I'll take you out right before a mass apocalypse
Trader Joe's parking lot I heard your girl can take a fist
Comatose
Grandiose
I'm best with the natural stove
Holy smokes I'm burnin down the hotel bro
I'll break your legs move up and give you a face lift
Take you mom out for dinner make her pay never call the bitch
I only fill my bongs with triple filtered water
After that I go get high and lay around in my sauna