Bon Appetit
when the bass hits, I go apeshit
demon boy now kicking in the majors
what a statement, and a favour
to a brother spittin lyrics now for ages
do it as brutal and violent can be
megaladon or leviathanly
give em tham vitamins, cook up that fire
that pineapple smashin yeah bon appetit!
Bon appetit, bon appetit
vampires ain't getting nothing for free
nothing for free, nothing for free
walking dead craving so rotten diseased
rotten diseased, rotten diseased
rookies so bad and comically weak
comically weak, comically weak
give you a taste of that prodigal speed
askin me if I do boom bap, who dat?
ain't nobody got a fuckin minute
for you little piece of shit
up in my binnis, so you better do a pivot
comin to my face, bitch, then acting like a douche bag
douche bag, won't let nobody go on and bend us over
this here is single player, I don't share controllers
n-n-no offence
but you flash incompetance
while actin confident
the embodiment of someone
who you just started, who's slightly retarded
take your ass to Sparta, get it sorted
awaiting my reward...
-yeah, call me sour,
I've been the cause of fallen flowers
I don't got time for no bitching or whining
cause this motherfucker's been up for hours
I look to the sky and the rain here is pouring
over and over, yeah same fuckin story
going in circles, we made it too boring
brain deads they talk with flaming emojis
Goku
beast mode,
I stepped out from the weed smoke
amigos, want beef,
bitch I eat those with greased loaf
a steep road, of sink holes, deceased folks, capice holmes
my words are torpedos, or field goals with cheat codes
I-I push it to the limit, and I put ya'll out in a minute, and I'm pushin the envelope
all these motherfuckers yo they fallin like dominos
fuck I said vamonos, that means it's time to go
I know the struggle and liers in the jungle and the fact is that all these motherfuckers really lack hope
it's the fact though - all of them are wack jokes, flat broke
keeping heads water, try doing back strokes
-there's a whole industry where all these people are waiting to bend you over
stickin a dick in you, offer you bullshit calling you the face of culture
where were these leeches when you were at home workin the tape recorder
serving in heaven or ruling in hell? *sniffs* smell the sulphur