Huzzah Pt 2 (The Song that Never Ends)
[Verse1:]
[Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire]
Straight shots of vodka, straight shots of Vodka
Slam dancing white hens from Czechoslovak… nah… that ain't it…
Straight shots of appleton, straight shots of appleton
Boggle wit bad gyals
Dem pon dat passa passa shit
50 shot thompsons
Tank tops with holes in em
Ox tails and dumpling
Red green and gold nigga
I'm a cold nigga
Money don't fold nigga
Smell some bitch in you
I expose niggas
Pink moet, rosé, pop it on a project bench
Under surveillance cameras
Let's show these crackers how we live
ExQo you be wildin
Fuckin right I'm on some other shit
Labels tryin to politic, I ain't tryin to politic
Life's a rubiks cube I got confused and I just pop that shit
Like (click click pow)
Problems, get up off of it
Rhyme till I'm exhausted or I'm laying in a coffin dead
And I ain't either one of em I ain't either one of em
We some Brooklyn bosses
Players moisten it?? off with your head
Goldie? took a loss I swear to god I want them fuckers dead
Everything I touch just falls apart
Man for the life of me
Can't figure out this life for me
Swear this ain't the life for me
Wish I had a surrogate to come and live this life for me
Everything I like just leaves
Things that I despise just breed
Alcohol and rhymin all I got so tell me how I heed
The warnin that one day they both spout arms and then devour me
Drownin in my odyssey
Oddly I am now at ease
Dissolving everything that I'm involved with at least partially
My harshest thought's of quarantine
I'm wonderin if I'm still mean
My conscience call me strong
Still I succumb to dumb shit constantly
My wonder years watched Bonkers
Now I'm bonkers oh my god I need
A cottage in Sri Lanka Donkey Kong Country and time to read
Some hot wings, Roxy Reynolds and a asthma pump for oxygen
Cause all these walls are closin in
And I feel like I just can't breathe!
[Hook]
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[Verse 2:]
[Heron]
Raw dope never stepped on
Iron-on steam get pressed on
Nigga get your vest torn
Aqua nigga I could scoop your bitch with my left arm
Style might body em my sin is the death bomb teflon
Moves untraceable
Spot misplaceable
For paper I'm erasing you
I could smell the hate in you
Smell it nigga
So I'mma ruin you
Stomp you till you printed with the bottom of my boot
Sour nigga I'm hard candy I'm soft chews
Shit I don't panic I move and shake shit like I do
And break niggas with moves like Jet Li
Crackin bones nigga I'm fearless too
See I can put the piece on niggas
That just blaze
Appetite to destruct shit
With a full plate
Dirty eye on reality whenever I pace
In the hood full of wolves so I look both ways
Focus on keepin my thoughts straight
Cause I be on some other shit
That run and get my gun and spit on
Any mothafucka actin like they wanna run wit this
I graduate from tussles and I major with them razors
And I'm certified with rubber grips so who the fuck would fuck with this
Handle my own shit
Handle the rock like Chris Paul
Sting you like a Hornet
Yall niggas sing? on it
Nigga I been on it
Been on your bitch
She on every inch on my dick
So I give her every inch on my dick
The stroke, like high blood pressure
I'm not twister, I get it wetter
So if you knew better
You probably do better
With a new nigga
Got her ready to bust
From the sensitive touch
Like a feather trigger
She trickin it for daddy
And she don't know near nigga
But come near this nigga
That's why she never come near them niggas
Huzza