Yeah, this is D.L.
in the house with Harold Victor Sproon.
That was Matt Kelly, A-Plus, Domino.
Man, we about to kick this little shit right here on my down time on the album.
Check it out.
MC's is too promiscuous, so if you fuss,
I'ma be the next to bust and take you on the exodus.
Right, let's check, this ain't nobody next to us.
Step through a cigar reduced to a speck of dust.
Fuck the handlerless detectives with their secret societies.
We speak with variety.
So stand back before you call in my sand traps and marry it.
You better bury it.
Go along with your merriment.
How are we getting every cent?
And we earned it and burned it.
in your brain like grants and that.
Everyone's a man still and his entourage and you can all be squashed, be moshed up,
We mega-ambitious, magnificent, fucking whimsical miserable.
We sent to kill competitors and regulate and make you hesitate.
You better wait.
Time to set it straight.
You never take a phone for granted.
Because what you ain't peeping is equal to what we call sleeping.
Slubberin' and fuckin' cumbersome.
Keep the tabs on their tongues and let the bomb numb your lungs.
Yeah, craniologists, the many novelists.
the technical graphical reliance for capital.
After you, high speed chase, we race.
All existing life forms are driving the free base.
All right.
