The Palmer Squares - Shia Labish lyrics

[Verse 1: Term K] For all the big mommas in the house All the gum flappers finna sock you in the mouth I'm a zit popper with a fitted dunce cap Spittin' prim and proper for all of the hip-hoppers in the crowd Find me at a Phish concert gettin' down Lost in a cloud You bet your bottom dollar momma awful proud So you better be ready soon Term the type cat do a show for an empty room You the type cat to get thrown out a closed window Think you dope, I noticed that nobody else think so Ape-ish We shift shapes and monkey around Spin plates, call me Krusty the Clown A lazy know-it-all Breaking protocol Calling man of attack We taking over y'all Always half in the bag like your favorite bowl or bong Y'all been jacking my swag Rachel Dolezal [Verse 2: Acumental] I'm a sleuth on the hunt for a fugitive hustler You ludicrous dullards get chewed out for blunders I'm through counting numbers 2001 Buy a few rounds of rum for my boozehounds and drunkards Sonic boom sound man I'm too loud for thunder Noose on my neck, kick the stool out from under A zoonotic bug, not a Bubonic virus So wipe yourself off like Juntao and Tucker Provoking a tumultuous uproar I been openly hustling for the holiness that most of us lust for A slum lord tryna drain the river with a teacup Reiterate whatever I can think of Eureka! Full of ideas but deep down I'm shallow Believe I can see God so bring on the gallows A demonic theology Gotta think on your feet I'm a king on a Greek odyssey Ghost recon A dream job for Egon and Pigot The beat like the Go-Go's the flow's so serene I prefer to put the future behind me A peculiar minded rhyme producer with unusual timing You can, find me cutting the rug on a magic carpet Or pulling up to the club in an Aston Martin Or s**ing your blood, better grab the garlic We hit you with the bladow So bow down and ride out regardless [Verse 3: Aleyes B.] Within the next minute or so I'll exhibit the flow And cliffs will erode Into little itty bits of the stone Get with the program Didn't ya know, didn't ya know? Aleyes B. is the name for kids who are slow We hitting the road Middle of nowhere [?] through While your flow just got nowhere Like soles of a new shoe Posting on YouTube, get few views That's overrated Not Holden State, we promoting ways of broken language The punk rockers Club hoppers Love doctors Fast as Jackie Chan during Rush Hour The punt blocker Redundant as the son's father They brought Chicago to L.A., Cubs Dodgers [?] with noble intent These naysayers, what's bizzare's they choke when I'm next Like Craig Sager, but I'm hardly overly dressed Need ape hangers, cause my bars are over your head You know the flow is sick and the written [?] encrypted [?] system overload We load your dome with multi-syllabic rhythms and quotes you won't forget Now I am willing to spit it as quick as when giving a potent dose of Ritalin [?] to the lance So mount the crown Dashing the salt on your salt then I dash Sound it out How about you retweet share Drop this song on blogs Wilin' out with TP Squares all across your lawn [Outro] Hammers Hammers Bars Hoosh Hoosh Hashasha Hashasha Shia Labish