Ny Bushmen by The Doppelgangaz Lyrics
[Produced by The Doppelgangaz]
[Verse 1: EP]
Ayo party please
Rather eat havarti cheese
With dill accents, black cloak black frill attachments
Keep your yap closed about entrapment
Sat froze, no reenactments
Won't beseech for a prison style preach
And never got riled off of infantile speech
Its been a while, since he spent a thou' on a peach
Styles low-brow within reach
To each his own, prone to drop idioms
Roam the unknown near stone of obsidian
Hold the phone tell him don't stop to pity him
A true loneshark who's embarked on presidium
Live in a gritty slum with serenity
A witty one with a biddy of amenities
Like hennessy, ship it with a postmark
From 10-3 loneshark up in the Ozarks
[Verse 2: Matter Ov Fact]
Ayo he in a shitty car sippin tang
Out of a gritty jar, and eating titty bar chicken wang
Spitting slang, like nigga let me do my thang
And from his sleek beak he was known to speak a different twang
And sank his fangs in the plethora of rodents
You can sense the intense aura from the moment that you stepped into his crib that consisted of a throw tent
He had to ditch the Geo Prizm with the toe dents
Under bumper, some grunters and stragglers
Known travelers, hunters and gatherers
The ny bushmen flaggin down the hitchhikee and then the two dorks pushed in
He said he matt and ep is his kin
The driver made it known that vg is his gin
And just like that, he passed the victoria
And said the floor-mats doubled as a vomitorium
Yo.. yo peep the story son (Oh GOD)
Yo, your hark back got you shark black (oh GOD)
Catch your heart attack (oh GOD)
Dark rap (oh GOD)
Ya...
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[Verse 1: EP]
Ayo party please
Rather eat havarti cheese
With dill accents, black cloak black frill attachments
Keep your yap closed about entrapment
Sat froze, no reenactments
Won't beseech for a prison style preach
And never got riled off of infantile speech
Its been a while, since he spent a thou' on a peach
Styles low-brow within reach
To each his own, prone to drop idioms
Roam the unknown near stone of obsidian
Hold the phone tell him don't stop to pity him
A true loneshark who's embarked on presidium
Live in a gritty slum with serenity
A witty one with a biddy of amenities
Like hennessy, ship it with a postmark
From 10-3 loneshark up in the Ozarks
[Verse 2: Matter Ov Fact]
Ayo he in a shitty car sippin tang
Out of a gritty jar, and eating titty bar chicken wang
Spitting slang, like nigga let me do my thang
And from his sleek beak he was known to speak a different twang
And sank his fangs in the plethora of rodents
You can sense the intense aura from the moment that you stepped into his crib that consisted of a throw tent
He had to ditch the Geo Prizm with the toe dents
Under bumper, some grunters and stragglers
Known travelers, hunters and gatherers
The ny bushmen flaggin down the hitchhikee and then the two dorks pushed in
He said he matt and ep is his kin
The driver made it known that vg is his gin
And just like that, he passed the victoria
And said the floor-mats doubled as a vomitorium
Yo.. yo peep the story son (Oh GOD)
Yo, your hark back got you shark black (oh GOD)
Catch your heart attack (oh GOD)
Dark rap (oh GOD)
Ya...
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