Young scruffy nigga with the stubble
Mr rumble in the jungle
Fat nose right under them hubbles
Indulge in nerd prose, seein sounds
Observing the messages, yo I just take notes
Now pay close attention, the lesson's already started
Feel the rush from the cardiac
Decrypt the jargon
The immaculate conception of all your favourite rappers
Flow's a real bastard, the backwards nigga with the spits
Switching patterns, fucking OD'd on the white lines
Mind so deep, thoughts leak make rorschachs on these sheets, tablets
Scrolls full of boasts and the quotes make most flows stagnant
Bring forth the sabbath, the chicken and the chips and your ho in tandem
Damn these predicaments, sicker than these niggas with false grit
My room's full of 'be you' post-its, in a world full of mundies and shit
I am the fable, writer of the scripts
Finishin off verbs at the verge of a verse
Pluckin feathers from birds, attaching 'em to the words
Leaving others niggas pingu, they been bruised
Dry mouth niggas tryna lick wounds
Thickening plot soup, the drama
Kid Dahmer, my tongue be the llama
Tripping off the beat kinda, snicker at these rhyme minors
Fuelled by the DOOM stees, the faithless nigga preach
Haters can wash this down with a cuppa bleach
But really you big leagues got no need to fuss
I ain't here tryna get my nuts bust
Unless the game's been tested, and she's well breasted
And knows how to suck dick, she better know
Fuck it, beggars can't be choosers
Unless she's medusa with the looks, that's boogs
I just want a girl that's meshugganah
That knows how her way around my guggenheim
I just hope that she's asian this time
Mr rumble in the jungle
Fat nose right under them hubbles
Indulge in nerd prose, seein sounds
Observing the messages, yo I just take notes
Now pay close attention, the lesson's already started
Feel the rush from the cardiac
Decrypt the jargon
The immaculate conception of all your favourite rappers
Flow's a real bastard, the backwards nigga with the spits
Switching patterns, fucking OD'd on the white lines
Mind so deep, thoughts leak make rorschachs on these sheets, tablets
Scrolls full of boasts and the quotes make most flows stagnant
Bring forth the sabbath, the chicken and the chips and your ho in tandem
Damn these predicaments, sicker than these niggas with false grit
My room's full of 'be you' post-its, in a world full of mundies and shit
I am the fable, writer of the scripts
Finishin off verbs at the verge of a verse
Pluckin feathers from birds, attaching 'em to the words
Leaving others niggas pingu, they been bruised
Dry mouth niggas tryna lick wounds
Thickening plot soup, the drama
Kid Dahmer, my tongue be the llama
Tripping off the beat kinda, snicker at these rhyme minors
Fuelled by the DOOM stees, the faithless nigga preach
Haters can wash this down with a cuppa bleach
But really you big leagues got no need to fuss
I ain't here tryna get my nuts bust
Unless the game's been tested, and she's well breasted
And knows how to suck dick, she better know
Fuck it, beggars can't be choosers
Unless she's medusa with the looks, that's boogs
I just want a girl that's meshugganah
That knows how her way around my guggenheim
I just hope that she's asian this time
( KiDD FloyD )
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