(Dedflower) anecdotes on cannboids spit data noise,on hella roids/soy boys the sauce royal, equipped with poison and pip boys/falling out don’t fall apart, yo thanks a lot, for taking part/storm the yard go cut alarms, goget the guards, i’ma grab the heart/ stash and dart, to the counterpart, I’m feed the art, before it hits the mark/ taking over my ego’s hot, feeding on revenge and it needs a lot/ gimme souls i ‘ll give you tomes, and many poems from my catacombs/better know,I’m in a zone so deep gone, i feel alone/turning back no such thing, it misses fire that i must bring/feed the thirst/ fuck this curse/ keep on working/ burn the herbs/ bless my mob ,run through through the worst/ i thank my mom i touched this earth/ bless these kids hope bullets misswhen they swing don’t miss give him golden fists/ golden wrists with loaded spliffs/ want 100 guns and thousand tricks/ever catch me sober prolly spooked out on Mileys, mommies all over my body prolly gooked out on mollies, jolly all up in these feelings Scotty’s bringing up these bodies, cali flowers on some Broly, Kame House Hokage shooting sake.watch me watch me chop em off karate, break em off some knowledge, how disembody from this lobb talkie, want me rob me carbon copied armies of these zombies on salami, on me stalk me like the paparazzi.i see i see be that way i got me, i know i need, pussy money, weed and gummy numbie, hit my dunny for that work that keep me running, keep me stunting hows your money? i just spend it like its nothing, just a junkie with the munchies, pocket full of sunny stomach full of rummy, i keep coming you keep running, theres no winning me i want it, so persistent hop up on it, i sustain my vomit sonic faucet, higher priest a chronic prophet. i threw logic i didn’t want it.feeling so hypnotic yea i spit it on narcotics, pour some more euphoric when i throw it yea they caught it,not a plug a socket, aye yo someone spark the chronic. i go ghost I’m haunted yea I’m creeping so demonic,tell me she don’t want it i don’t buy it i got sauce,(wait) tell me she don’t flaunt it why you lying i got hard, (aye) am i getting warmer marco polo with your thoughts, (bae) shorty with the nose ring and all the polo on (aye) kill em all and kill the gods its just mebeen a dog so fuk the laws I’m freekill the lords and kill the queens don’t need’emfree the blind don’t stay in line and dreamy hindu swami, he so saucy how he walkie
