[Lyric] Blend No. 27 (SCRAPS (@originalplaguedoctor))

[Verse]
Polar level cold but I don't wanna go home
I can't imagine living the rest of my life with no snow
Do you get it kiddo? You're sad and lonely? Ditto
I met the plug when I was 12 and then I told him riddles
I'm making her melt, like when you hold a Skittle
I'm like a hot McGriddle
You're preposterously little
Ant Man, it's time to meet your maker it's the Sand Man
Handstands on the unit while I tote my blam-blam

Put me in the can man
I could make a banned grand
Slam tan bitches, tell them welcome to my Space Jam
Bite the dust or make plans
Hype it up and claim gang
Fire up the fryers 'cause the chef is bouta bake clams
With these little mistresses, I make them lose their inhibitions
I'm like a Dirty Christian, incidentally
Pissing all over every single track, put the seat down
Invite her over, give her gifts, stand up, tell her peace out
He's loud 'cause he needs attention
He's got a couple things to say and he oft forgets to mention
The most important 'cause he's busy snoring from some downers
Bored of all the menial tasks, he builds a tower
So he can be all alone and high at the same time
Deja vu, I swear that I just did the same line
Guess I'll have to dump another out and make a gator tail
Yes I met your man, dear, I think the term is beta male
Handy man with toolies, a candy man that is booling
A dandy and stylish hooligan
Animal for the booze and cheddar
I hit better
Take cover, shit weather
Embellishment is not my strong suit, 10 letters
Raggedness
Battered and tattered visage, what's happening
Haggard women love me so much that it's like we're battling
Easy to influence, what should I call them? Prolly cattle men
I'm packing my bags 'cause I'm bored and prolly sad again

Scrappy, what you doing? Oh, just looking for my dad again
Bouta slice this beat up like the Witcher did in Blaviken
I'm having it, graduation tassels hanging off my cap
You'll have to invest in me if you ever want me to give you daps
I can't see the difference between shooting crack and shooting craps
I just like the risk man, wait, I could use a nap
All you tell is lies, you could use a fact, now
I might blow this shit up by an exponential factor
Mathematics in the field, cut it like a tractor
I had a lot of fake friends, couple bad actors
I can wait a little bit, we'll see who wins this after
Hey, I'm new here, can you help me find a Pastor?
[Outro]
No friends, no friends, just my Number 27s