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[Verse 1: E L U C I D] I accessorize with scrap metals Out-of-barrel ghetto fellow, leave him the hell alone Scorch the kettle, don't bother settled bones First owned throne, black Othello My man, my mellow maricón Dulce tone on spastic drum-chop Tongues spun clock-wise young thot faster Pussy got killed to feed the loot My city's a noose, runnin' outta room Smoking by the tomb, holding onto a noose Triple F.A.T. Goose for the element LTIP you like safety cone Clones approach but most won't shake the throne Church Coltrane, take me home Came around the long way, heard the horns say Uh, interplanetary warning on my born day Spit the core, talk shit like I read the script before Score my flesh so you could get got for less I’m a hex-breaker for hire Death like my play cousin, slap-box, flame, and fire Back-block life for a rap-rock sightful Please raise your rifles if you’re sure If you’re sure [Verse 2: milo] Funky flow for the perpetrators, impersonators Curb the hatred Your walk come off absurdly basic? How you always spit the synonym? Grasp the dissonance Nuance, the cinnamon With yesterday’s Shoo-Bee-Wap Gleamin’ on a Ruby Yacht Where Roody-Poos routinely get rudely mopped “Hootie Hoo!” is still what we scream at cops Thieves guild, they beggin’ for refills on swag bags mawgs earn a mint off ASCAP, and Act entitled to a ski mask Had to front like I ain’t seen that Celes King turn a being into a beanbag Celes King turn the trap into a think tank Celes King turn that vocab to a sweepstakes [Outro: milo] Funky flow for the perpetrators, impersonators Funky flow for the perpetrators, impersonators