[Verse 1: Limph]
Why y'all be tryna chuck in those cuss words you know it ain't no obligation
Fuck the carbon, oxygen, and the fuels, that's how you make fire in the new fashion
Talking bout how people be fake but you made of plastic yeah I call you Kadarshian
Living good, in a good family it's simple enough although I don't live in a mansion
Self proclaimed. Call me the human torch I'm just the fire itself
This ain't no game, none of that seasonal shit this ain't elf on a shelf
Acting rich in your songs but convenience stores be making you feel like an elf (Short)
You ain't no leprechaun so don't act rich and go fix your lyrics yourself
I got like 20 ghostwritеrs in the back
"I got your mama on my sack
All of these monеy I stack
I also licked your bitch right on the neck"
Bitch you don't even know what a grass is
Big words how heavy the mass is
Wonder how pricey the gas is
Let me show you what an ass is fart
[Verse 2: Torris]
Knock knock
Everybody look where the door is
Everybody know it's Torris
On top, is where the boy is
Killin these verses, to hell with chorus
First name: "Your flow" last name is "Saurus"
Flow's gettin' old , is it gonna bore us?
Of course it's: "Less is more than more is"
Nonsense, ain't no metaphorist
Life's a puzzle, I don't give up pieces
Lack of muscle? I don't give a feces
Call me a dick, what a coincidence
Cus im growing, additional inches
Cussin' as filler? can't relate
These slut fuckin' bitches, cock suckin' ninjas, semen/cum drinkin' missis can't debate
"Zip it!" , nah it's too late "Okay" (Okay)
Okay (Okay), bonjour les salopes, aye
Welcome to the game that I don't play (Nah)
It's called "Journey to the Old Days"
But still, you're worse than the old me (Yup)
Collect your greens, guacamole (Mole)
You're sippin' lean, we drink OJ (OJ)
"What do you mean? think I don't get it" (Don't get)
Well, no shit, that's what they all say
Why y'all be tryna chuck in those cuss words you know it ain't no obligation
Fuck the carbon, oxygen, and the fuels, that's how you make fire in the new fashion
Talking bout how people be fake but you made of plastic yeah I call you Kadarshian
Living good, in a good family it's simple enough although I don't live in a mansion
Self proclaimed. Call me the human torch I'm just the fire itself
This ain't no game, none of that seasonal shit this ain't elf on a shelf
Acting rich in your songs but convenience stores be making you feel like an elf (Short)
You ain't no leprechaun so don't act rich and go fix your lyrics yourself
I got like 20 ghostwritеrs in the back
"I got your mama on my sack
All of these monеy I stack
I also licked your bitch right on the neck"
Bitch you don't even know what a grass is
Big words how heavy the mass is
Wonder how pricey the gas is
Let me show you what an ass is fart
[Verse 2: Torris]
Knock knock
Everybody look where the door is
Everybody know it's Torris
On top, is where the boy is
Killin these verses, to hell with chorus
First name: "Your flow" last name is "Saurus"
Flow's gettin' old , is it gonna bore us?
Of course it's: "Less is more than more is"
Nonsense, ain't no metaphorist
Life's a puzzle, I don't give up pieces
Lack of muscle? I don't give a feces
Call me a dick, what a coincidence
Cus im growing, additional inches
Cussin' as filler? can't relate
These slut fuckin' bitches, cock suckin' ninjas, semen/cum drinkin' missis can't debate
"Zip it!" , nah it's too late "Okay" (Okay)
Okay (Okay), bonjour les salopes, aye
Welcome to the game that I don't play (Nah)
It's called "Journey to the Old Days"
But still, you're worse than the old me (Yup)
Collect your greens, guacamole (Mole)
You're sippin' lean, we drink OJ (OJ)
"What do you mean? think I don't get it" (Don't get)
Well, no shit, that's what they all say
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