Rock mudson ily, but wtf is a spiritt gum beer

i got b****es suckin on me like its an Sucking contest

I know that didn't rhyme , But i-ll make up for that

F***ing onna thot she suck my cock, yea she good for that

I didnt even rhyme

Tag me later yk i got u

Spirit gum is what actors use to apply facial hair and prosthetics

fr?

Uhn,

Cash rules everything around me
Yo b**** keep tellin me to pound me
air horn, her moans sound me
I smoke on an ouncie
She bounce d*** like bouncie
Her belly button an outie
she f***in for the cloutie
Meatballs w a chance of cloudy

Spirit cooker at the pot luck, awh shucks
I'll be damned just for sampling the carved chuck
The devil said it's how to get my bars up
Now it's 12 bar blues, Robert Johnson

Closed my eyes, puckered, and wished
Blew out the candles and cut through its skin
Suckling pig, townies playin' rummy and gin
I'm in the corner like a truculent kid
I'm on the corner of "Shouldn't" and "Did"
Got my bindle and a thumb in the wind

City of lights, the only place a sinner can hide
Leveraging talent that the gristle divined
But "good rapper" a vestige of time
And "white rapper" sufficient disguise
A sucker, this predicament finds
None too pleased, none too wise
Blind

On two sides of the same coin, ain’t we?
Beginning to think I don’t give a f*** if they hate me
What happened to rapping, niggas been flowing in safe speeds
The universe’s been built, I just planted the eighth seed
Electric light orchestra, illuminated by the Elohim
Sands of a burnt bush, “grab a shard of glass to see”
Is that him? Is that them? Is that you and me?
Is it a bird? Is it a —- nah that’s a black SUV

Skrtin drive by and they see
me with a baddie lady
im shiftin where BRAVE be
Open it up, Mercedes
He wanna listen to '80s
I wanted to listen to Baby

Fresh off the press
Goog:

vocaroo.com/1e1WZsudRiPj
It’s a beat

Shipping out with bad headings, now that's tempting
John Smith tryna lock lips with the last pygmy
S***tourist, conquistadors bringin' back sexy
Did you get your shots, play that R Kelly
That's ass-to-go you a passport bro
With a madame always taxin' got that ass-on-loan
Hear da "psst" from the alley, got that cat for low
Passed down and sold, call that Cash for Gold

Poolboy Q just filed an LLC
Now I feel like LL Cool J
I started a business momma!
Today is a brand new day

This chick just took Viagra
Now her c*** long like Niagara
Row that hoe along, kayak up
Rambo flow, need me a bandana
So many scars to face, feel like Tony Montana
It’s so hard to place like a Boeing landing, uh
Cigars defaced, living so Havana
Smoke so much, I wanna puff the cancer
Know I’m rough, but I love to banter
F*** an answer, I ask too many questions
Gun jammer, I have too many weapons
Hammer-dance on your girl’s C-section
Stammer first, see if you’re still receptive
Don’t even worr-we filled with aggression
Make sure your kid’s insured, Progressive
I’m the worst to be concerned, deceptive
Shotty force pop, I be venting
Gave body four shots then play pretending
Doors were sure locked (Sherlock), play detective

If anybody needs a J Holiday sampled beat here you go
vocaroo.com/17Bf4QXkwkV5

u good spice? this verse is not like you at all s*** not spicy enough

i like to post bars from different states of mind and perspectives to give myself more variety

Yea, friday, July day
if I may, she wetter than Hawaii
she splashin harder than Kawasaki
got her yellin out papi
she got issues w her mami
she ride for me like Kemosabe
p**** bomb, Nagasaki
she blow me, she my one and only
she throat D, her voice raspy and smokey
shoot my opps make them hokey pokey
all these hoes be brokie
they got no hopey, they lonely
they want me, God if only
i stay lowkey, but if she call my phone, B, i'm going
she got a big mouth to blow me
she Zack my Cody
swallow my kids and hold me
she so sweet

Got your b**** on Alert
her eyes are amber
She got lit off a perc
she think i'm a Cancer
she's smokey hot, like a panstir
she's the answer, d*** dancer
she ride it, yeah she like it
i got anxiety
where tf would I be
without my weed
i c***on Eileen

crodie swear he strapped w six straps
but i dunno i can’t believe that
arms so frail he couldn’t even hold my weed sack
find me where the weeds at
i ain’t talking bout bundles tho
im talking bout the jungles
where we trapping out the bungalows
white custy sniff the work
yelling cowabunga yo!
chink b**** text me
“this the s***! arigato bro!”

brave album coming soon

beat fire

nvm this some kendrick s***