DeLaZoo - Mashup Monday Pt. 1 lyrics

[Verse 1] Back in this b**h just like a herpes flair Nasal voice, but I promise baby I'm turban..., straight Crazy mind I don't like it when alerts in the air Twisting on the topic of some east Arabian turban hair sh**, I'm just another guy baby girl With a bit of air in my heart with dreams of just flying the world Just kinda made this game my b**h to accomplish something And keep that motherf**er leashed like it's Bachmann's husband So f** with me, I'm learning something everywhere I go Music is my lady so I think we might elope But she don't look like she used to and her money's kinda slow Label's do not think we'll make it but I guess you never know know know [Verse 2] Reminisce reminisce So I'm yelling one for the money, and two for any other kinda subsequent enjoyment I'm exploring in my funny little world And my only real job is to entertain So I b**h about it often when my problems seem to remain See as a rapper I was raised to be cut from the guap Poppin bottles but in public I've got nothing to pop 19, and never been tryna f** with the cops Since I copped me a ticket from f**ing running a stop Nearly f**ing impossible to be ahead of the rest So I lie, drink, steal, cheat, and embezzle the best Cause my f**ing goals are on some alieness And I will not be playing fair until I'm level with d**h See I didn't go to college now they're never impressed And I got the drive of a Lesabre so I pedal the rest Cause I'm far from a pencil pusher would rather I'm daisies think I'm the sickest motherf**er you could ever infect So what's good Last of the refugees spittin' k** this sh** and have his epitaph exceptionally written If not the top then the one mentioned with the best in the mitten Plus I'm cute enough to have a f**ing lesbian smitten Raw enough that it's salmonella whenever I'm bitten Out the box, and if there's not a piece of Tetris of fittin Flying up in level of pelican's sh**ting on cars And ill enough the same dudes will be sending me "get well" cards [Verse 3] Motherf**er, I'm here to belittle any kiddical whack With a shark tooth shirt, but a mino in stature It's a fact that any time that I spit at ones back Only applicable reaction is belligerent fap I'm glittered with daz and f**ing illiterate rappin' A scholarly Aristotley Illiad cast Tryna fly, be a rocket man like Willie and Shaq Takin over, I won't stop 'til I Atilla the map I can give a f** if you figure my sh**'ll be whack Make a Beiber joke, I look like the kid, it's a fact Going hard, you can't even find a smidget of flaccid In my rhymes, tend to love it like a Wimbledon's match Cause I, tried the last 8 bars to fit it in But I couldn't find a line to put it where it makes sense And I thought it'd sound cool if I said it near the end Now Ima cut this motherf**er with a riddle me that, man