D.s thoughts prod. eric godlow by Olyve. Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Laying bars like the cortal hint Salem Press
Floral print, mortal mint, so hail the best
Coral tinted roast, better be hating less
Lest they'll be mortal tests bating' breaths
I'm the teleporting portal smith, bing!
Hortle stings, sorta stinkt in courts of myth
Tortle pigs, looking' for the order, shorter spliff
Don't wanna lip for kiths, corg', and fitting fig
Thicken chicken cutlet with a hurtle, stig'
Watching kitchen get cuttled, whiff
Fish is the issue slippin' hits, shittin' bricks
Scared spice spit sicknin' shit
Flipping kids, askin' where the piglet is
Sticken ribs, over blitz, like witch learning biz'
Spurning lessons trine lessen skitz'
Tibetan terrors get the message, clipped
Ahh I kinda screwed up there, but continue the recording
[Sample: MF DOOM]
Yeah yo, a lot of times I find myself, ya know, writers block. Ya know I get that all the time. It's part of the process. When that happens, I just tend to leave it alone, do something else
[Verse 2]
Rhymes like dimes in my mason jars
I'm making lines like I'm braking cars
Aching hearts, no cock as spaded parts
Dodge the ginning', hark evasive start
I'm placing bars, and they bombastic
Rat guano like bitches up and gone bat shit
Wanna, know me I'm the cat fish, elastics
On my braces, sad flip, fantastic. Yo
What the fuck happened?
Gone for a minute and these hoes gone stabbed him
I've always been it, like Bennet or Rakim
Scratching at the walls cause y'all in a cat sim'
Passing by other rappers, clutch in a max grip
Harassing, stop dutch, where the facts man?
Y'all lost rhythm like you drop bp and m
Laying bars like the cortal hint Salem Press
Floral print, mortal mint, so hail the best
Coral tinted roast, better be hating less
Lest they'll be mortal tests bating' breaths
I'm the teleporting portal smith, bing!
Hortle stings, sorta stinkt in courts of myth
Tortle pigs, looking' for the order, shorter spliff
Don't wanna lip for kiths, corg', and fitting fig
Thicken chicken cutlet with a hurtle, stig'
Watching kitchen get cuttled, whiff
Fish is the issue slippin' hits, shittin' bricks
Scared spice spit sicknin' shit
Flipping kids, askin' where the piglet is
Sticken ribs, over blitz, like witch learning biz'
Spurning lessons trine lessen skitz'
Tibetan terrors get the message, clipped
Ahh I kinda screwed up there, but continue the recording
[Sample: MF DOOM]
Yeah yo, a lot of times I find myself, ya know, writers block. Ya know I get that all the time. It's part of the process. When that happens, I just tend to leave it alone, do something else
[Verse 2]
Rhymes like dimes in my mason jars
I'm making lines like I'm braking cars
Aching hearts, no cock as spaded parts
Dodge the ginning', hark evasive start
I'm placing bars, and they bombastic
Rat guano like bitches up and gone bat shit
Wanna, know me I'm the cat fish, elastics
On my braces, sad flip, fantastic. Yo
What the fuck happened?
Gone for a minute and these hoes gone stabbed him
I've always been it, like Bennet or Rakim
Scratching at the walls cause y'all in a cat sim'
Passing by other rappers, clutch in a max grip
Harassing, stop dutch, where the facts man?
Y'all lost rhythm like you drop bp and m