The Palmer Squares - Bullsh** lyrics

[Intro: Acumental] Now, listen (Bullsh**!) Yeah, no, I hear a lot of requests But we're not gonna play bullsh** [Verse 1: ProbCause] Yeah, Prob C, you know the recipe I get down and dirty Never down and out You have no need for word of mouth Turn them out Show them what it's all about Talking bullsh** Call you out Had a couple falling outs Probably for the better Leave them bitter Cause I'm balling out Bonafide, smoking rod Put my flow in overdrive Take the scenic route Cause if I don't I'll fall asleep behind The wheel and I'm feeling drowsy The sky's a little cloudy I clear up, cheer up, seer up So stop with all the touting Rerouting and go to the top of the mountain The scenery make my piff flow like a fountain And I really wanna take that trip But I roll to noon Just gotta pa** through And at the end of the day I'm making my way at But No GPS I'm underfunded and dysfunctional Like CPS Despite the forks in the road Chill, we be blessed Cause any time I overeat The beats relieve stress So I'm chillin [Verse 2: Acumental] Check it out Yo, I'm like Anton Chigurh I'll pop your lock with a bolt pistol Ac is a rogue missle Bad to the bone tissue It's Bill and Ted meets the Living Dead I'm pestilent You test me and I'll split the head A mist of red up in your bed Mafioso, wildin' as I rock the rowboat And smiling with a Budweiser and a shot of SoCo Soar past in a luchador mask Play flugelhorn bra** knuckles whooping your a** You could find Ac huffing glue before cla** I'm a certified member of the uniformed staff It's the fatuous hooligan Acting a fool with it Leaving young bloods laying on their backs in a pool of it Ac is a lunatic I prove it on the regular Maneuver through communities Stupify the neighborhood I'm Daryl Dixon with the arrow, b**h A parasitic pharaoh spitting diction More sadistic than DeNiro flicks Keep serpentining to the words I'm rhyming Ac is manifested, perfect timing As galactic as the Earth's alignment Feels like I'm trapped on a deserted island Rationing my herb supply And laughing as I grapple with the burning climate An active carcinogen, rambling gibberish Term and Ac surpa**ing the limit Yo, that's how we're living it We on fire like Pryor, with the pa**ion of Kinison P.Squares, ProbCause stay attacking the simpletons [Verse 3: Terminal Knowledge] I gargle water at it's boiling point Gargle motor oil Got the heart of a soldier Marching on foreign soil Hardly the poster boy of metaphysical poets I just need a mental image to focus Avoiding self discipline Toy with a felt tip pen Til hell's risen then delve into it Told to the bell, I hear them ringing And the burnt sulfur and flesh It's more than reminiscent of the smells in my kitchen Told them, "Teach, I don't work at home unless the beat bellows" Word is born Turkish Gold turn my teeth yellow See from the street level Scream like a tea kettle Appreciate it, but I'mma need ya'll to keep mellow Then I make them shout Loud as it can be Take the stage Put the crowd in a frenzy A wandering gypsy Cough out clouds like a chimney Playing kowtow 'til you're whimsy Go ahead, keep f**ing with me I'm Bob Brown and you Whitney Pow pow to the kidneys Got a compound in the windy Bow to the city Migrate downtown in a jiffy Jamming like a bottleneck Ac will show the copperhead Spit venom, leave the mic stand soppin' wet One second you're alive Rotten flesh the next Locked in a box with a hollow chest I'm blessed To be alive, to be a corpse It's ProbC and the Ordinary Dogs, ya'll Palmer Squares in the motherf**ing place to be