Slothwork orange
Kicking it while satan's on some alcoholic porridge
Couldn't find a better chorus
Decent explanations for rhyming or where the floor is
Like a nightowl in the forest
Slowly metamorphing his own mind to rigor mortis
The planets orbit kept pushing the future forward
But darkness couldn't keep providing my endorphins
Fuck a lullaby
Bringing the gutter/ butter vibe
So much mummified i got stuck on the other side
Feeling framed like a butterfly
I'm not even trying to rhyme, i just do and i dont know why
Walking by, still got love for my city
Although it ain't pretty through gritty shitty committees
Many cats be acting grizzly
That's why get busy on the daily throwing bars like a frisbee
Before we unfold these stories like allegories
Fuck any possible thinkable category
To comprehend intrinsic merit is mandatory
Like a mad scientist stuck inside of a laboratory
They're sleeping on the P-H-O-N-K-D-O-C
But dont worry, these G.O.D's dont require throphies
We OG's that move lowkey, rolling cheese
Just to proceed to drop these flows until our nose bleeds
The dawn of a new day
Another beautiful opportunity to destroy myself
Slothwork orange
Kicking it while satan's on some alcoholic porridge
Guess who couldn't find a better chorus
Decent explanations for rhyming or where the floor is
Like a nightowl in the forest
Slowly metamorphing his own mind to rigor mortis
The planets orbit kept pushing the future forward
But darkness couldn't keep providing my endorphins
What a great day for rhyming
As i try to laugh away my existential crisis
Feeling hybrid, either here to make your third eye twitch
Or to bring ignorance at its finest
On the brink, pass me something to drink
Before i start to write down what i actually think
Toking spliffs 'till i'm baked as a shrimp
Shapeshift and accidentally walk into a pimp's crib
Just another mic bruiser
Who's thoughts only start to maneuver as soon the moon's up
Succubus booty refuser
By now it should be obvious i used to make out with medusa
Enough about me, roll up the grass
As we proceed to bring the jazz in advance for your funky ass
Raise a glass & get toasted
The poisonous poet's about to cause commotion with frozen shoulders
Kicking it while satan's on some alcoholic porridge
Couldn't find a better chorus
Decent explanations for rhyming or where the floor is
Like a nightowl in the forest
Slowly metamorphing his own mind to rigor mortis
The planets orbit kept pushing the future forward
But darkness couldn't keep providing my endorphins
Fuck a lullaby
Bringing the gutter/ butter vibe
So much mummified i got stuck on the other side
Feeling framed like a butterfly
I'm not even trying to rhyme, i just do and i dont know why
Walking by, still got love for my city
Although it ain't pretty through gritty shitty committees
Many cats be acting grizzly
That's why get busy on the daily throwing bars like a frisbee
Before we unfold these stories like allegories
Fuck any possible thinkable category
To comprehend intrinsic merit is mandatory
Like a mad scientist stuck inside of a laboratory
They're sleeping on the P-H-O-N-K-D-O-C
But dont worry, these G.O.D's dont require throphies
We OG's that move lowkey, rolling cheese
Just to proceed to drop these flows until our nose bleeds
The dawn of a new day
Another beautiful opportunity to destroy myself
Slothwork orange
Kicking it while satan's on some alcoholic porridge
Guess who couldn't find a better chorus
Decent explanations for rhyming or where the floor is
Like a nightowl in the forest
Slowly metamorphing his own mind to rigor mortis
The planets orbit kept pushing the future forward
But darkness couldn't keep providing my endorphins
What a great day for rhyming
As i try to laugh away my existential crisis
Feeling hybrid, either here to make your third eye twitch
Or to bring ignorance at its finest
On the brink, pass me something to drink
Before i start to write down what i actually think
Toking spliffs 'till i'm baked as a shrimp
Shapeshift and accidentally walk into a pimp's crib
Just another mic bruiser
Who's thoughts only start to maneuver as soon the moon's up
Succubus booty refuser
By now it should be obvious i used to make out with medusa
Enough about me, roll up the grass
As we proceed to bring the jazz in advance for your funky ass
Raise a glass & get toasted
The poisonous poet's about to cause commotion with frozen shoulders
( Phonkdoctor Sloth )
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