Attaboy

[Intro]

Hi everybody, hope you're doing well

Today I want to talk to you about the different levels of the spirit world

[Verse]

I been floating down the River Styx

Skipper cap, sipping on what's missing from your mini-fridge

Insulated slicker dripping, winter like, "It's Britney, bitch"

Crops wither, docks splinter into popsicle sticks

Beyond the hissy fit, he ain't but a hound dog

I'm Bamm-Bamm, pianos fall on me and bounce off

Vampyrella riding pillion through the eventide

Indecency that deck the halls, an eye in each Venetian blind

I'm mеat into the Venus fly, ears back and hacklеs up

Shifting with the shadow play, I show 'em how to rabbit hunt

It helps if you're particularly paranoid

Enough to know there's no such thing as an extraction point

Attaboy, I'm a sucker for stolen bases

Bathing in open ocean and shaving in Mobil stations

Away from the hocus pocus

The nauseating social codes and motives

The homies demoted to interlopers

Look, I can help you tumble through the galaxy

Somersaulting backwards into vacuous finality

Shabby chic, overnight a fireball from magic camp

Inspired by a banzai fly into Manhattan clam

No hands, pissing off the ferry, mission-ready

The flesh and blood are present while the rest is vision-questing

Plugged in, gloves off, shushing all tough talk

Nowhere to be found at the trust fall

I'm saying "fuck y'all", live and direct

I make a Judas shoot a flare up from the Isle of the Dead

I got a network in the netherworld I seldom reveal

It get a threat to get to stepping out my energy field

Behold the nobody who show up uninvited like his 'chute failed

Blue streak, speak in minor pentatonic blues scale

Doors blast open for the never not backlit

Never not eradicating pathogens

Rat catcher, capture both the flag and the bannermen

Batter up, throw a badass to the basilisk

Throw a fucking crab off a mountain top

Free freefalling with the shuttle parts and flowerpots

Odd hours, I'm up with the spotted owls

Spot a coward in the commons how he spot a common mouse

At a half mile, last-minute mohawk

Eyes closed, ear to the road salt, all I hear is Mozart

Gale force winds whipping through your floppy hat

Glitch in the hologram, trick any polygraph

Chocolate from the faucet, fish in the lava lamp

Sofa on the ceiling only come down for karate class

I'm in pajama bottoms listening to Chaka Khan

Eating matcha Pocky knocking posses out the polygon

I see you proper hobnobbing with the la-di-da

That kind of shit is simply not the way I pop and lock