Tier On3 - Lyrical Acrobats (Feat. Mr. Freeze & Robert 'just awful' Martin) lyrics

Chorus 1- Me and my friends like to mess and fool around We go smoke the best mary j that we found And now we are moving to the sound It goes down when the ba** pounds onto the ground Verse 1-(Tier On3) She had a nice a** but no tits She thought my dick was like a 4 5th Just because you go to touch it Doesn't mean it's gonna explode bricks Have you ever f**ed in a bunk bed While she gave you dumb head Make her lump wet Make her cream up like puff bread Did so many positions I wasn't done yet The awkward thing was No lights so I couldn't find her p**y What are you doing trying to squish me NO!!! more of I was trying to hush screams I have to say the last 30 minutes Of it wasn't pretty bad But an hour later she come back Ears up and then I heard her dad He was bucked up with his pump pumped Hoping he doesn't blow my head off Like his daughter did to me with a s** s** I better run strut from the guns rut I said i was good behaving Saying praying i won't be laying In the dirt that evening and Go leave my body there decaying But it was all up in my mind Paranoid cuz every sound Was like the dropping of a dime In the middle of the night She gave me head 3 times Maybe its a sign But it said caution on the prime But I went all in and made her cry Chorus 2- Verse 2- (Mr. Freeze) MC Mister Freeze Bending blistered knees Empty nicotine figurines Littering my rap study (I don't even smoke) I can bar in binary 1011101010 (binary sequence of next verse) Making C.R.E.A.M. from C.H.E.E.E.S.E Collecting Heaping Edible Earnings Every Second Easily Like the boys I did it beastily Iller than measles epidemiology I'm a rapping icon prodigy Phones ring its probably Kanye calling me That's all I have written down Chorus 3- Verse 3- ( Robert 'just awful' Martin) Oak trees I'm higher than Fake friends I fire them I'm just a kid with pimpin dreams Downin 40s while sippin lean I wake and say I'm awful Then wake and bake some waffles The ways I make this money Will always be unlawful See a heavy stack of cash Take that sh** real fast Hop in my fusion pressure Pushin on the gas Homies wanna smoke But son I'll have to pa** The bleezy while I'm feelin kinda sleazy Call my baby mama and ask her if she miss me I want this b**h to kiss me Go ahead and try to diss me Homies be there mobbin with me I'm rated G like I'm on Disney But more like a gangster Richer than a Lannister Cleaner than a janitor What's that sh** I know that smell I can make it rain in hell But I got a better way to tell In the future when you need some rea**urance.. Call your own cell phone and ask your dead body for it