Two Feet in the Layered Cake

Yeah. 

Oh, shit, my thigh hurts. 

Yeah. Party time

Behold, the carnival cargo of influenza 

As about trigonometry, the more colonies of issue splendor

I'll turn this party into a caprion happening with my 

Wagging tongue as a single flapping wing

I keep crouch-dropping sexist weight in a plasma pool. 

And the crub of drug use is to get sacked to school

Check out this pic - it's me getting a baby bamboo swaddled. 

That's hit the purple the homie made in the shampoo bottle

I make friends aggressively with a lot of scpoops of ramble sprinkles. 

My posse's got moxie like Rocky and Bullwinkle. 

Beer and hand in pockеt a more heart and throat 

A disciplined musician, I squeezе the line from notes. 

My homies gave me the costume; they're all supposed to be firemen 

I guess they shouldn't be popping zannies like multivitamins. 

With nipples in the jet pack, let's patry to a brain dead

A patry at least until you're pregnant

We can party till you're pregnant

We can party till you're pregnant

We're gonna party till you're pregnant

I need you patry with me till you're pregnant

We're two feet in the layered cake (... with me ... with me)

We're two feet in the layered cake 

....

Yeah

Sip a beer for the disappeared Quentin ...

Cause the compost and the rich only poor priveige

We talk about the black men as a concept and how Miss Pac Man is just Pac Man crossdressed

Meet the homie Terrence he's an ex-con used to spearhead the man-on-man gang rapes

Time to be told who we can or can't...

Count out, I can't drive pow wow at this clan baker

My goal tonight is to make it insensitive preteens

Head full of webisodes of copmetitive e-teen

We reenact streams for the mighty bush to build a test of rack but hand-attached

Of a Nike swoosh from that feisty douche wearing a shine suit

Given his comments and transcripts of backstory, a timely boost man

You got started by meter maids when you grew your reefer. 

I blew speakers got the teacher's aid to smooch my sphincter

But she's possessed the DNA of the future leader

Just show me TNA fuck your student visa

On a puke-flavored Saturday

And shoot from the roots of the jukes of hazard pain

While you're in front of girls getting them to blow ... breathalyzer

Like drunk hoes as an element of hip hop

Like drunk hoes as an element of hip hop

Drunk drunk hoes as an element of hip hop

It's almost true; that's why I'm holding my baloney steak. 

I came to the show jam preprogrammed to procreate

With nipples in the jet pack, let's patry to a brain dead

A patry at least until you're pregnant

We can party till you're pregnant

We can party till you're pregnant

We're gonna party till you're pregnant

I need you to patry with me till you're pregnant

[Kool A.D]

Oh shit what the fuck is going on?

She's bucknacked with a lion's jersey thrown on

How many rooms has this house got?

How many shrooms and foul pots is little ....

I mean bloom to a Faustion

I'm the second-best rapper after James Faustion

Mommy want to hitch and make bambinos

He said i'm like a half white Childish Gambino

Writting screenplays sipping pino

Where my lations part of my gringo 

Black and Nemo James Harden part of my lingo

But please know I go hard for my people

Fly far like an eagle into the sea

Like Stive Miller, but iller, your boy a killer, yo 

Scribble little pics for a bill or salt. 

Nibble on her tits till she sings like a Figaro

Then she goes in the same direction that the zipper go 

That's down 

Just another class clown

That's brown, 

Stop, hey, what's that sound?

Listen when the hook come back in 

Yeah, that's now. 

Wait, wait, wait, i think um 

Wait yeah now

Thath's now

Pregnant

We can party till you're pregnant

We can party till you're pregnant

We're gonna party till you're pregnant

I need you patry with me till you're pregnant

 

We're two feet in the layered cake. 

...

(... with me ... with me)

We're two feet in the layered cake 

....

(... with me ... with me)