Randy, The Musical

[Verse 1]

You can find us in the garden like Spike on any night

Encrusted in some ice that look bluish in the light

Spanish on the mistress, Jewish on the wife

Shootin' like a Piston, aim for proper distance

Live from London, number crunchin'

Drivin' gloves with some Asian bitches rubbin' me with sponges

Expensive lunches, wages off of hunches

I bet the dogs and if I win it then the paper yours

Pack your bag, wash your pussy, then leave

Meet me at the airport, the plane is leaving at 3

She said alright, blew smoke through my nose

It's the talented younger stallion, no Pinocchio nose

[Verse 2]

Please stop your shit's all hype dude

Meanwhile the wrist all spiteful

Just be real, that shit's not like you

Man you know these things go through a cycle

Straight from Queens rock fatigue all weather

Fila three-quarter cream feet all leather

Never sing the blues, man my team mo' better

We blow cheddar, au four feta

City lights shine bright on my complexion

Self-reflection, red hands flashing at the intersection

Life is green-lit, one star no script

Supporting actors, fresh peaches no pit

I love my people, considered as my brothers

Came from different mothers, came up in the same struggle

Some estranged, some deep up in the game still

Money separate, believe you know the fame will

[Verse 3]

Ayo macerate the fruit, tap it over angel's food

Yeah we gettin' loot, Timberland the boot

Kush is by prescription, prolific in the kitchen

People on my dick because I'm vicious with the diction

House shoes and some khakis on the west

Hit the beach up, twist the Cheech up, let the beat thump

Never fuckin' with the crab that's pre-lumped

Makin' bitches sign a pre-nup

Chocolate with the mean rump

Serve some cream stuff, shit to make the fiends jump

Crispy greenery, tropical the scenery

Believe you me, this shit ain't always what it seem to be

I'm feastin' dolo down in Eataly

I'm in the street like a hooker's feet

I'm known to sit on leather

I'm smokin' hash and marijuana cause it go together

Old school PAL at the colder center

Three AM we on the corner rockin' Polo sweater

[Outro]

Thank you

It might be the illest track I ever wrote

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