The Palmer Squares - Last Place lyrics

[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge] Y'all ain't f**in' with me Term K plundering another city Then I'm finna hit the Comfort Inn to puff the sticky Cut the bliggy while we bump some Biggie Mother's milk got me s**in' titties tryna cut a deal It's such a pity Yo what's your gimmick? Take one Camera who*es and fake thugs plunge through open trap doors Going back and forth on some ping pong sh** These sing-song twinks need to get off of Drake's nuts Cast ashore in a ball of confusion Given the temptations Sit in your rent's basement and get wasted It's all an illusion Twisting the hemp papers Sparking like Ben Franklin Hardly a sensation Gave yourself to God cause the Devil was far too warm There ain't a lot of honor in settling out of court But if need be, we get creative Hit the scene and deregulate it Legislative when I put the pen to paper Bad news for the Gla** Steagall The game changer Stay making bad music for bad people I walk right in the inimitable style If y'all been talking sh** well then you swimmin' in it now Sit down we ain't finished by a mile A grimacing clown with a sad face The child with his hand raised The mouse in the rat race No joke A fast paced slowpoke The dome holds the crown for the last place [Verse 2: Acumental] The way I stack chips they be calling Ac Biff with the almanac Talking that sh** bound to give kids a heart attack The gab gifted cap twisting cat gets mad lifted Turning hieroglyphs into artifacts Making dollars like Eric and Parrish I'm all American Compare me to a werewolf in Paris Or London Repugnant pundit puff pungent nug until his lungs need a pump to function Uh, sip Bourbon Superb with the lip service A jerk perched on the curb with a lit turkish Spit sermons, flip work, and gyp merchants Losing my grip like kicks on a slick surface Sick verses Turn kids a bit nervous I'm Tim Burton Submerged tryna lift burdens Term and Ac are like a circus act, three rings Hurtin' cats' feelings at the burger shack, beefing Believe me I'm laced too tight Need to loosen a knot Palmer Squares be the lucrative squad Refusing to stop producing as they cruise to the top, we Know the televised revolution will not, be So don't play witcha mans I write salient raps Till there's overwhelming pain in my hands Pack a champion sound Gallivanting about ya town Vapid a** clowns gettin' smacked in the mouth I'm out