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[Track 1: Matcha + Cream] [Intro] Yoteghost's Milk Empire Look, This is my first time ever to sing this song live It's about robot Please check out my dance moves [Verse: Mr. Yote] Yeah, hello, how it is? The yotesquad president adressing all the kids To get the fuck outta here, go ahead, get rowdy But the bounty on my head is [tabbed on ?] a little cowboy See, this is how boys get down around here Down a couple rounds of [whole ?] gargoyle beer Now how's smoke risen when I found all fittin' In the middle of your mouth and in your eyes ball spheres Oh dear, now let me take the cheers to your throat The keys to my knuckles meet your ears High nose with the bridge just sittin' Don't mind me kickin' off the [butox/boo tocs ?] with new socks to find rest, yeah Now how about it? My peer for the night My lady's rather tougher than your team's whole might Steam might rise if you meet low prides But I reckon' that your tea takes a chi to the fight See it is I with the beat's strong light As a mean mother clubbin' get your free road right These hoes lie about the king most times But whatever I am better by my queen's [code side/coat site ?], motherfucker Yeah, yotesquad And whichever path tooken Yote drops cans of the granddad's [?] For ya Queen's [code side/coat site ?], motherfucker Queen's [code side/coat site ?], motherfucker [Track 2: Braids] [Verse: Mr. Yote] I never can found this oasis So we lounge inside [?] opening eyes To see, this place ain't bad Might be dry but the skies ring glad Try, yeah yeah sigh Men won't [?] so we all five die But actually [?] to the sutures Out of this beat we're seein' how I risen [?] you weren't the only [?] [?] And now I made home with these sticks and these clovers Petals of shade, purpa-purple [dishevelment ?] [level ?]my Axe [?] [?] my back Fill up the tub with the bubbles I made [?] makin' a maze [?] my tub like it's made from the havens [?] my lapse The angels sit on my [?] tip top Don't stop and I'll be washed I'll wash right out So dig them fingers down till you reach my mental block Girl (Oh) God damn, I'm six too deep [?] your hands [] free [?] your breeze Maybe I [?] bully Girl run back Kiss my ass Damn, I can't even think I guess you a rush to come back here to me Hm, It's all but a dream so I guess I shall lay with the [?] In me These scorpions keep diggin' through my brain Scorpions keep diggin' through my brain These scorpions keep diggin' through my brain Scorpions keep diggin' through my brain These scorpions keep diggin' through my brain Scorpions keep diggin' through my brain These scorpions keep diggin' through my brain Scorpions keep diggin' through my brain [Track 3: Flyknit Shoes] [Verse: Mr. Yote] (Oh yeah) I'll be in the club And I'll be doing dances See I'll be chewing bugs And I'll be moving ransoms All these pansies running frantic As a pack of burning lanterns Is it simply sad romancing 'Cause my levels rise to the touch It's a rumble in the butt An itchy pain that slowly cuts Through all the centerfolds and duct tape That dictate my knux That's a fist face to crunch Burst [?] veins [?] suns See my puppy on my [sizzler ?] [?] gets frisky in a rush Now chill boy It's real, boy Now don't you press my skills boy I'm three years and going when you see me bite my thumbs In these hides of metal gums Seem awfully fly when I put up In the marigold, so very old Once sunny collects dust And see frankly I've been busy in this shed with rusty nuts That's a case of hallelujah in this final stage of boredom, boy So rip the tidal waves or something if you seem to lack the jump I live life with no duration since I rise again from mud I brought bodies back from nothin' and then bake the skin and crust Final fates seem awfully rubbish If you take my word of tongue for it (Shhyeah) (Boy) I'll be in the club And I'll be doing- I'll be in the c- I'll be in the club And I'll be doing- See, I'm a pretty easy rider Bucket full of brains and a cup of red cider Bugs in the belly, boy I love the brown spiders Tub full of critters that's a tummy full of buyers Ship full of dead men Livin' like it's neither Like to stick around boy to burn them bonfires But see, maybe when I'm here today, I love ghost... [Track 4: Lakitu] [Verse: Mr. Yote] Some poopie à la boobie did me duty Throw me in the hooptie with a bunch of dirty coochie I guess my camel lacks respect But a couple laughs couldn't hurt you after sex Can you pass it, hit and sit back, you bitch This is [?] hits the gas and watch [?] Here I am, in the heavenless [?]-city Grab ass with a couple old [?] shit See the lodge in the desert as [lines are lit ?] But regardless, it's all alright, the gorgeous crib Between my bottom, [?] rather often And I guess the sweat dripping has you once [have ?] cut 'em Roam with the flocka, find home in the autumn But Yote won't stop 'til I hit rock bottom You got it, so go and skip bones for the night As I trot in the chilly, ice cold, gettin' bites See Jack Frost nippin' at my nose is in spite And in fact I have not a single no for the right path, fellow Now let us pluck out my cello Notes from the cello keep the drones out the meadow Forgettin' saboteur our room's for a never little less Where the tome is, where the wind blows gentle Whatever, yeah And Yote must drop in the desert forever [Verse: Yungeth Dre] And they're praisin' Yungeth Stein as he rises from the cellar Crackin' in my bones, smell of kush is in my sweater And I been there, that's alone that the time could barely measure If they're headin' my direction and I'm taking out whoever Ayy, no need for feeling pressure when I pass the [drome/drone ?] We could find your type of pleasure No I has to know I hear him talking 'bout a young 'un keep it rational Because these dogs and them fuckers in the casserole Ain't nothin' showin', game's in my thoughts drop emotion But Yungeth won't stop if you keep the blunt glowing You know this, the yotesquad leave him hopeless Changing the focus, only opened the space Between the rulers of this desert I provoke to replace They never notice how I'm moving through the slowest of days And my aroma never gonna get em close to the Dre [Track 5: GYAKUSOU] (Shhyeah) [Verse: Mr. Yote] Tell me how does this smell? Pound the hound what stays in the trail Down de de down deep down to the shell See our old flag ready for the a traipse to his cell Hey Sid, take a few [?] of the [?] Maybe down to [?] maybe [?] to the [?] [?] [?] and see if I come King Kow don't stand for the souls I don't get, it's too slow when the beat moves quick Feet don't match in the sheets and chicken Honestly we don't mix But the gnome's fallin' the robe still fits The screw still reads it [is/cause ?] I don't mix (oh yeah) The sky don't lie if you crazy [?] with me [?] hold hands in it Lemme steal this pain like a cold hand chemist [?] get dizzy And I call back livin' dead Harmonies martian and [?] Pardon me often I fart deep in it And these stars never fall too far from the lemons Where them thing, living thing, ling a ring Run chaos through these streets and (rush) Pound the hound what stays in the trail Down de de down deep down to the shell See our old flag ready for the a traipse to his cell Hey Sid, take a few [?] to the [?] If your [?] fall back take a [?] [?] [?] and see if I come [Track 6: Mutts] [Verse: Mr. Yote] I'm sorry for distorting all these army men Partially I tend to get so lowdy when they partyin' So hardly many peasants tend to step up to my audience 'Cause my doubt gets rowdy when I press 'em I'll ride with the check and quick dry as I wreck it With bounty on my [?] so keep risin' and wreckin' And you fuckboys sit and bow our heads when I beckon then Shyeah, it's okay, but don't hide from me And anytime my dawg's gettin' pretty I promise you plenty drop jaws when I visit Silly, I don't need to cause harm but I did it So whatever, you can try and put the gloves on me Yards of my fleet will drop yards of your meat By any means I bring thee lines by the fall of the trees Pies give me pleasure when they [?] teeth But whatever finds a way to walk upon my [?] I ride through the streets and vice versa breaking freezer When you turds wishing me and my boys to your knees Jeez, lil' nasty and cheesy Note upon these hard hittin' chicks don't see [?] to press charge for the play These cards do swing and bring the large cut trees See my squad keeps a couple old [?] in the name With my nose which is really not at all what I pray to Huh, yeah Sometimes I stick prawns in my belly The [?] got me feelin' gassy and chilly Pass me to Philly, take a smack of the henny And pretend I got your full blown clip on me [Outro: Mr. Yote] (Now step into the broadband zoo) (These dawgs can't move without [?]) Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh