You hear me, huh?
It's fucking crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy.
Shit!
Let them know we're bucket tall, not the number one song.
And that's a little architect.
You're crazy if you walk around thinking shit's great.
Ruffian, Rogan, Adam, Reinhardt.
Shit!
Crazy.
And it's like...
Somewhere you'll never fuck with Ruffy and Rugged
Let's like take a full clip and play a Russian roulette Then go on like Demobot and then get shot in a kowe
On the streets with them a-grunt like them black swamps on valette Yeah, you off in all my French like a croissant on baguette
Why me a develop or no a stuck in a process So me drop it like this and me a drop it like a X
Like a weird new melody it's a stocking on your head too
It is good.
You make your life a rust like you oppressed, panichect With mother the nevis rejects
Mother of Feds in Egypt Mother of Western Peoples Think that anyone else is a demon Mother of Feds or Beatles Mother of Demo-injected needles
Making them know they're making them lethal But then they better it's equal, equally flat Like Scott and a messy go after eating a meatball Prime Minister and the devil and the other's lesser evil Finna fail on the Mr. Paraparlamenta with the lesser teagle
Oh, my God.
Crazy.
I don't know.
Roughy and rugged.
Will you come out if you want to be murder?
I learned to loop.
What the fuck, what?
We get them shit, they're my shit.
Like a sneer, drama, but Mrs.
After, after comes tear starter.
The boy up front and the proper little bit of pop me real fast.
So many fucking men in heaven
Crazy.
Crazy.
Inks spilled, and I'm trippin' like clover milk spills.
And so you quit forty-five, spoon like the wind mills.
When I can't get
Thank you.
Oh.
Sound of the wickedest EP that I've heard right now And you know these are the French motherfuckers Who fuck up the turntable like no one but the planet
Deal.
