Dead.presidents.revampire by Crazycatlady Lyrics
Some.words
Pop a lyrical erection, with a yeast infection
Leading to later C-sections in every direction
QUESTION: why the C-sections?
ANSWER: once you see her section, no second guessing
You know why babies ain't messin'
Flow so phenomenal, mangling the vagina hole
It’s such a major obstacle, babies choose the abdominal
Openin’ up ya optical, the second that I start swellin’
Not ya second but ya third, Hindu Armageddon
I’m mic checkin, just to get my voice heard
& G checkin’, I’m testin’ all of the young herbs
You concur, I conquer & persevere
Throwing salt at queers, empty a slug, you call me Atmosphere
Cos I’m the king of this Ant hill, even if I stand still I stack bills
No moniker, lit every night of the week, I’m Mr. Hannakuah
Roll some DMT in my j, electronica
Exploring the seven chakras, you a shrimp and I’m a lobster, you are doomed and I’m a doctor, you a square and I’m a boxer
The jab dodger, weave and bobber, who kill you with a Sock’em Bopper
They heads spinnin’, and I’m flyer than a helicopter
No chopper can bloody the cherry poppa, never swalla
I’m like a llama spittin’, bars for fucking ever never find me San Quittin
In the Sands of Time, is where my rhymes written
More.words
It was foretold that foes wasn’t stopping me
Now I make green and go, that’s a prophecy
The prodigy with a polity where the prophet/profit be
Everything I make is dope call me poppy seeds
I’m probably quite possibly the hottest mc
But you niggas is squares you ain’t rollin’ with me
Dude I’m a cube living in the next dimension
This beats been retired dead presidents on a pension
I was born impatient with aspirations lames that's hating is waiting pacing in their momma's basement just praying they make it
No need to gas me up got drive & my tank is depleted
I take my time with it all of these niggas they speeded
Bumpin’ adderall my focus is leaving you hopeless
My songs touch little kids but not like the pope is
This ain’t the Vatican this is vaginal lathering magical rapturing fantastical rappin’ what’s happenin?
No method man, but I’m busting rhymes, lighting up the lime, I shine
I’m so ahead my time that for you and I to see eye-to-eye I’d have to rewind, it’s fine
Other.words
Pop a lyrical erection, with a yeast infection
Leading to later C-sections in every direction
QUESTION: why the C-sections?
ANSWER: once you see her section, no second guessing
You know why babies ain't messin'
Flow so phenomenal, mangling the vagina hole
It’s such a major obstacle, babies choose the abdominal
Openin’ up ya optical, the second that I start swellin’
Not ya second but ya third, Hindu Armageddon
I’m mic checkin, just to get my voice heard
& G checkin’, I’m testin’ all of the young herbs
You concur, I conquer & persevere
Throwing salt at queers, empty a slug, you call me Atmosphere
Cos I’m the king of this Ant hill, even if I stand still I stack bills
No moniker, lit every night of the week, I’m Mr. Hannakuah
Roll some DMT in my j, electronica
Exploring the seven chakras, you a shrimp and I’m a lobster, you are doomed and I’m a doctor, you a square and I’m a boxer
The jab dodger, weave and bobber, who kill you with a Sock’em Bopper
They heads spinnin’, and I’m flyer than a helicopter
No chopper can bloody the cherry poppa, never swalla
I’m like a llama spittin’, bars for fucking ever never find me San Quittin
In the Sands of Time, is where my rhymes written
More.words
It was foretold that foes wasn’t stopping me
Now I make green and go, that’s a prophecy
The prodigy with a polity where the prophet/profit be
Everything I make is dope call me poppy seeds
I’m probably quite possibly the hottest mc
But you niggas is squares you ain’t rollin’ with me
Dude I’m a cube living in the next dimension
This beats been retired dead presidents on a pension
I was born impatient with aspirations lames that's hating is waiting pacing in their momma's basement just praying they make it
No need to gas me up got drive & my tank is depleted
I take my time with it all of these niggas they speeded
Bumpin’ adderall my focus is leaving you hopeless
My songs touch little kids but not like the pope is
This ain’t the Vatican this is vaginal lathering magical rapturing fantastical rappin’ what’s happenin?
No method man, but I’m busting rhymes, lighting up the lime, I shine
I’m so ahead my time that for you and I to see eye-to-eye I’d have to rewind, it’s fine
Other.words