Geek Monster by Sharc Lyrics
[Intro]
I call this the Crackhouse
I call this the Smackhouse
[Hook]
Soon we land in London, geek monsters tryna purchase x
Glizzy in the winter keep me warmer than a turtle neck
Yeah, muddy Fanta with the percocets
Higher with my gothic bitch
You try me and get shot to death (No funny shit)
Yeah, she got that Bernice Burgos figure (Yeah)
Yeah, she can't fuck on no Kermit niggas (No frog, bitch)
Yeah, whip the pot, but don't hurt the kitchen (But don't hurt the kitchen)
I'm high, looking Philippine, swerving German engine
[Verse]
Who that man?
Clap that man, grrt
Ratchet gang, Pakistan (Clap him gang, ha ha)
Reaching through the mirror like I'm Candy Man
Nigel said he get it by the caravan (The African)
Johnny Dang gon make the bitch an avalanche (Johnny)
We trap and scam, and we carry canons (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Running man, don't do the running man (Don't do the running man)
He touch my baby, I'm gon cut his hand (I'm gon cut his hand)
We up the price, just for the country men (Tax)
We roll the dice, and do the money dance
We up the rifle and we touch his mans
I feel like Tyson, all these fucking rings
I'm swiping, balling, like [?]
Like fried rice, the bitch is under wing
The hammers out, Home Depot (Big Sharc)
Late night on the block, it's like a freak show (Freak show, freak show)
Shooters ducking bullets and a RICO (Shooters ducking bullets and a RICO)
Opp boy, turn that pussy into weed smoke (No funny shit)
Digit scales and pistols, that's my [?]
Knock it, hit a nigga through the peephole (Grrt)
[Hook]
Soon we land in London, geek monsters tryna purchase x
Glizzy in the winter keep me warmer than a turtle neck
Yeah, muddy Fanta with the percocets
Higher with my gothic bitch
You try me and get shot to death (No funny shit)
Yeah, she got that Bernice Burgos figure (Yeah)
Yeah, she can't fuck on no Kermit niggas (No frog, bitch)
Yeah, whip the pot, but don't hurt the kitchen (But don't hurt the kitchen)
I'm high, looking Philippine, swerving German engine
[Outro]
I call this the Crackhouse
I call this the Crackhouse
I call this the Smackhouse
[Hook]
Soon we land in London, geek monsters tryna purchase x
Glizzy in the winter keep me warmer than a turtle neck
Yeah, muddy Fanta with the percocets
Higher with my gothic bitch
You try me and get shot to death (No funny shit)
Yeah, she got that Bernice Burgos figure (Yeah)
Yeah, she can't fuck on no Kermit niggas (No frog, bitch)
Yeah, whip the pot, but don't hurt the kitchen (But don't hurt the kitchen)
I'm high, looking Philippine, swerving German engine
[Verse]
Who that man?
Clap that man, grrt
Ratchet gang, Pakistan (Clap him gang, ha ha)
Reaching through the mirror like I'm Candy Man
Nigel said he get it by the caravan (The African)
Johnny Dang gon make the bitch an avalanche (Johnny)
We trap and scam, and we carry canons (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Running man, don't do the running man (Don't do the running man)
He touch my baby, I'm gon cut his hand (I'm gon cut his hand)
We up the price, just for the country men (Tax)
We roll the dice, and do the money dance
We up the rifle and we touch his mans
I feel like Tyson, all these fucking rings
I'm swiping, balling, like [?]
Like fried rice, the bitch is under wing
The hammers out, Home Depot (Big Sharc)
Late night on the block, it's like a freak show (Freak show, freak show)
Shooters ducking bullets and a RICO (Shooters ducking bullets and a RICO)
Opp boy, turn that pussy into weed smoke (No funny shit)
Digit scales and pistols, that's my [?]
Knock it, hit a nigga through the peephole (Grrt)
[Hook]
Soon we land in London, geek monsters tryna purchase x
Glizzy in the winter keep me warmer than a turtle neck
Yeah, muddy Fanta with the percocets
Higher with my gothic bitch
You try me and get shot to death (No funny shit)
Yeah, she got that Bernice Burgos figure (Yeah)
Yeah, she can't fuck on no Kermit niggas (No frog, bitch)
Yeah, whip the pot, but don't hurt the kitchen (But don't hurt the kitchen)
I'm high, looking Philippine, swerving German engine
[Outro]
I call this the Crackhouse