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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