The Palmer Squares - Deer Season lyrics

[Verse 1: Acumental] I leave armies of rappers dearly departed like Captain Queenan With bars that'll cause the squeamish to barf like a fat bulimic Half comedic half genuine so you can't believe it Leave your clan defeated legally dead at the amphitheater Zombie hunger Spittin' blood I'm the god of thunder Shock and stun ya Hit me up if you got my number The problem solver resolving blunders Got the hot stuff, Donna Summer Splittin' trees like I'm choppin' lumber These poetasters hella wack and so they quote the masters Term, Ac, and Flashman we finna go bananas (bananas) Low-key rappers with a bulky stature Throwin' 'bows until your bones are fractured Broken backwards I'll hold you captive Feed you nothing but moldy apples Decomposed cadavers sleep beneath the oleasters So capture photographs in scope We been known to roll gra** and toke flickin' ash in empty Patrón decanters I'm traditional Record my sh** on digital tape Palmer Squares, two invisible shapes Ayo I hit the set and shoot up But I don't do d** I make movies Cue the John Woo doves [Verse 2: Terminal Knowledge] Everyone knows me So why would anyone doubt me? Rap game Jeffrey Spicoli Rap game Jeffrey Lebowski Often bending the rules See they used to send me to juvie But now I been sent to the county Cause they found me peddling lucy The truth be never absolute You got a laundry list of excuses yet you lack a clue Either offer a solution to confusion That you most likely the cause of it I'm awful sick like feeling nauseous when they lift the coffin lid The smell of a corpse is a hell of a force Tells the lunch in your stomach it should head for the door Never before have we Never again ever My pen is a sword that leaves enemies heads severed, yes On the mic with that frightened look yet after the set left mandibles dropped Got a rhymebook kinda look like the manifesto of the cannibal cop I got plans Pots and pans Chop it up they can't hack it Cabinets stocked with cannabis crops till the narcos come and ransack it Cat calls in the cacophony conversation And also we brought the bacon And the blood and guts And the piglet's rind Still my language spooks 'em out But hey we play the music loud just to cover up the victims' cries [Verse 3: Flashman Wade] Flashman, a**a**in, the dragon A famine need salmon, a sandwich Just casted her magic I'm no longer hungry Those stoners are funny The Palmer Squares got the bongs and they're known for the munchies I'm zoned like some countries Got the spear I'm a native spirit But still put the chrome to your tummy Like a navel piercing An angel swearing to God that they going by the book Like a b**h p**y Wouldn't be loose if her morals were good I'm more understood but I'm still over your head Cause my train of thought is too much presence I'm the Polar Express, sh** A statue with a sword wouldn't be posing a threat Having the same last name at graduation is as close as you'll get But you still need binoculars I'm Godzilla thermometers couldn't detect how hot I was Cause even on ice I'm 'bout as clutch as hockey pucks I'm out of puns but if I die I know enough Spanish to talk to one I got mad dough I keep a hunnit That's why I got a lot of bucks Like it's deer season I have y'all in fear like a queer's bleeding But don't worry I know first aid, for some weird reason It's Flashman Wade and the Palmer Squares This feature is holy Cause we're so damn dope that we make a beaver look homeless