Eye by Trey Dog Whistle Lyrics
When the bomb gone
Lost in the crosshairs, even though i comb none
End up in a tomb stone
Unplug the cord, son shrug the word
One bug to cork, gun dug the work
Smokin' on sour bowls
Beware of the four owls
A link to the 'Fourth Kind'
Delinquent from the north side
"How many more times do you gotta spill an eye rhyme?"
UNTIL I RECIEVE A FINE DIME EVERYTIME I SPILL AN EYE RHYME SO CHILL IT'S MY TIME
Shadows of Today scared away a groundhog
Smoke like Snoopy in Woodstock, I'm a hound dog
It may sound false
But my dick sprays brown sauce
That's a noun, boss!
You're like the bitter in between my teeth, thank Rod i found floss
Now gross!
Supposed to be a good seed finder
Drippin' Off the Weed Grinder
Trey: look like frogs on the bark of a tree
Hey! the dogs wanna bark up at me
Bag them sons of bitches
Dag them hags and sons of witches
Raise guns at nuns and Christians, whoa!
Next thing, they're raping churches and burning women
Earning searches, escaping prison
They tryna figure out Where's That Fucker At?
Be someone I'm not and wear that trucker hat
Every time I write rhymes i get a sore thumb
And i think rap's just making me more dumb, or um
Wow, what a show! i got the power
Now i don't know! i got the mower
Bow, whenever you grow into a flower
Pow, you should know i got the mower
Words fly like pine needles man
Third eye rhymes i call it an EYE-neal gland
Lost in the crosshairs, even though i comb none
End up in a tomb stone
Unplug the cord, son shrug the word
One bug to cork, gun dug the work
Smokin' on sour bowls
Beware of the four owls
A link to the 'Fourth Kind'
Delinquent from the north side
"How many more times do you gotta spill an eye rhyme?"
UNTIL I RECIEVE A FINE DIME EVERYTIME I SPILL AN EYE RHYME SO CHILL IT'S MY TIME
Shadows of Today scared away a groundhog
Smoke like Snoopy in Woodstock, I'm a hound dog
It may sound false
But my dick sprays brown sauce
That's a noun, boss!
You're like the bitter in between my teeth, thank Rod i found floss
Now gross!
Supposed to be a good seed finder
Drippin' Off the Weed Grinder
Trey: look like frogs on the bark of a tree
Hey! the dogs wanna bark up at me
Bag them sons of bitches
Dag them hags and sons of witches
Raise guns at nuns and Christians, whoa!
Next thing, they're raping churches and burning women
Earning searches, escaping prison
They tryna figure out Where's That Fucker At?
Be someone I'm not and wear that trucker hat
Every time I write rhymes i get a sore thumb
And i think rap's just making me more dumb, or um
Wow, what a show! i got the power
Now i don't know! i got the mower
Bow, whenever you grow into a flower
Pow, you should know i got the mower
Words fly like pine needles man
Third eye rhymes i call it an EYE-neal gland