Sitting For Charity

(Chorus) Should have called, would have fallen Wooden, putting goods in shawls Walking with a hood in fall Tend to always look appalled Funnier than all you Vision in a brawl hue Raw dude, lyrics befall fools (Verse) I’m a fan of tunes,not fan of you Got a panoramic view of your grandma’s room None of you rappers can manage shoes as Big as me, too tall to extend my hand to you Little league, fiddle with riddles, drinking griddle grease Shittle on you little kiddle, brittle til you get all weak Lazily placed debris scattered on the asphalt Macking all the bad and spit attacking with a flag pole Ask anybody and they tell you that my flow favored Mindless violence is a no brainer, no savior No player stacks up to my gold chainer Bone craver, eating the leftovers of a tome’s layers I’m a known assassin, born in a family of dome smashing Stone cold savage animals who prey on lone maggots Don’t catch a wiff, my body excrete poison crafted mist Anyone in my vicinity bound to hack up ribs Mad props, all your tracks sound like dad rock Your music would be easier to get into with a padlock Open the crock slap in a packet of crab sauce Classy as jazz songs in the backwoods of bad slums Watch as the crow contorts Feathers and tissues scattered in the grove I guard and I got no remorse I’m an open book, my forked tongue is the glossary Turn the page and my skin is torn from up off of me The chosen one, midichlorians at an absurd stat And I don’t even fucking care if it makes you nerds mad My version of camping is taking a dirt nap I’m swerving at families who safe from the germs past Been curb stomping and word flaunting for decades Word, cock it, I earn profit and burn pockets that decayed Goofy rappers talk ‘about being underground, I’m sick of it Anonymous is written on my fucking birth certificate You better not mess, lobster I’m the lochness monster, and I’m finna clock pac esque toddler No hope, so many hella shiny things I want No hope, so many hella shiny things I’ll never get Sneak past high security cameras with a feather step Better yet I’ll set a bomb charge near the denizens You get it yet? Nobody can escape my unyielding wrath Stealing cash from touchy feely cats who really ass (Chorus) Should have called, would have fallen Wooden, putting goods in shawls Walking with a hood in fall Tend to always look appalled Funnier than all you Vision in a brawl hue Raw dude, lyrics befall fools