pretty pink, thugged out
her bae's balls in her dugout
she gettin s*** out in the clubhouse
she wanna f*** now, likin' how i'm hung down
mary got me up loud
hustle til i'm wrung out
kim possible on my phone wow
she free 2 linkin', get some kung pao
she gimme top hat, then we blastin' lung clouds
i bus proud, it sound like some gun sounds
im zombie'd and i'm d***ged out

Making up for lost time
This is just a collection of lost rhymes
Trying to make sense of a lost mind
30000 feet up and I can’t even get a light nap
No movies on just staring at the flight map
Forgot to write back that I’d be right back
But they know I’m not like that
Missing every birthday and baptism cause I’m on that mission
All wheel drive porsche i am that driven

I know the river guide hand signs
Where we stand now and where the camp lies
I know it's too quiet before a man dies
How the crow flies and when it flew by us

Death calls with immutable silence
Not a star in the sky, not a hair out of place
Navigating blind I steered off the bank
Walked off the plank across time and space

just got out of sirat..
now i’m sippin on a syrah..
you a green apple ciroc..
my game classic.. turok..

She do her kegels
I flew into her V and Ran Away like Flock of Seagulls
Time to crack an egg whenever I cock the Eagle
Tell your Bread Goodbye cuz your toast now Ty Segall
See shorty, I’m the emo E-40
My pockets lookin porky
And my buffs look dorky
Took her to the orgy
Got her yellin “oh lordy!”
I ask her who’s p**** this is
She tells me that it’s for me

found the p**** like Dory
she love to squirt and she emo
she eat load of anemone tho
watch me ghost like my name nemo
im in her house like i'm Cory
she call me daddy like Maury
her legs open like story
i book it, piggin out cuz im porky
she thicker than horsey
all ass like Lorde
awh, gasp, oh lordy
u cannot have my shorty
the cycle of trauma repeats itself, it's respiratory
i cannot save u, so im feeling extra sorry

Busta rhymes frankenstein
im on 10 yall on 5
Im so high im so high
Touch the sky
With chicken thighs
My brain fried
my side b**** bi
why would i lie
Me is him
Him that guy
smite me christ
I cant die
Im alive
Dirty sprite
Supa fly
Stupid fye

Monster House in the projects
Don't wind up in architectural digest
The byproduct of sodium carbonate
Aircon vent like a orphanage
God bless

See shorty, I’m the emo E-40
My pockets lookin porky
And my buffs look dorky

busta rhymes frankenstein

Feel like Justin dropping Suit & Tie
Had to bide my time
Knowing time's coming by and by (bye bye)

Sinatra that's my kind of guy
Had to have it my way
Ba-da-ba-da-ba

Sometimes feel like I'm dead
Like I can't get ahead
Everything I see red
my eyes man

Feel like I just be trying
Everytime I be crying
They just act like it's i
who despise them

You won't listen to me
You won't trust like in me
Feel like everything's just
Discussion

You wound ever like breath
You won't ever like leave
You don't wanna be me in the function

And I just realized what it means yea
Every night yea when I wanna sleep
And I realized it's true its true for me for mee

You don't wanna try for me wanna try for me you giving up on us
You don't wanna wait for it you wanna cherish it you think that it's too much
And when it gets better I'm gonna fly away to the end oh oh
And when I get better I'm gonna fly alll the way to the end yea

You don't wanna see with I
Don't wanna be with my
Don't wanna feel like we some

I don't even f*** with you
You wanna f*** with me
U wanna be so mean sum

You don't wanna lie for me
Don't wanna try for me
U act like I'm being weird

And these b****es on they phone
Like who u talking to
I know that you are scheming

You Don't wanna try for mex4

You wanna give it up
You said that it's too much
And you don't got no space for me

You wan lie to me
After you side with me
But you won't even say much

And every time I try
I wanna let go of
But I can't let go of it

B**** Latina, her trunk nice
Asked her what she finna drank, “Papi Margarita no ICE”
Asked her how much for the night, she said papi for you no price
When the b**** gave me neck, grabbed on to her hair like some lice
Hit that ass twice, ain’t no energy to go thrice
Her bf ain’t no rat, that p**** a mice
Bro built like a fridge, all he prolly do is eat rice
I asked her if I should smoke him, she said roll a dice

she wanna do d**** and f***
im the DJ
she wanna do d**** and f***
flying fast on the freeway
time zone check
bad b**** check
all i do is chase a check
balling playing for the nets
i dont feel kobe i feel like curry
overseas f***ing hoes life's blurry
i cant feel anything cuz im on d****ssss
ex communicator i aint showing love

Bilingual bars

hit my boy cutiepiehole
if i need a title
i know dudes who do fraud
my boo puss on cod
but if u boop us, i tote rifles
u better duck for survival
microplastics and duck like we in China
shein panties got microplastics in ya vagina
Taiwan Indonesia im manufacturing bars
she gonna gag til she barf in the back of her car
i hit the back of her hard, she throw it back cuz i'm hard
i'm getting ass and her heart; it's quite mad and bizarre
spice smash in her car, it's a Pathfinder R
smoke gas go to mars, time lapse to the stars
you're mad cuz of bars, u smell bad like a fart
ur more wack than a mole, find path to a hole
die fast in a hole, i have the control...

u must be smoking d*** if you dont talk to me nice
i brung a glock to the fight
u get popped in the eye
now you're blind cuz i'm robbing your sight
u get sparked like July
my aim's phenomenal, die
you're wrong and i'm right
i cause harm and i might
just write a song, justified
i turn wrongs into writes
robbed my opps of they lifes
i gotta flock, so goodbye

quarantine i dated a b**** over zoom
listened to her like a zune
that means not at all
damn it’s been a year since i returned a call
i might go to the crib and not return at all
you cop an outfit for a night then return it all
you prolly drove all the way to the mall
just to find out you can't afford the mall
i checked my account i can afford the mall
i didn't mean shopping i meant afford the mall

PacSun clearance your crew's
"What's in my bag" style lyric revue
DJ Vlad with a query or two
Only thing we'll be hearing from you

u could get smacked around,
boy im layin these crackas down
spice got the best snatch around
Bussy on point, my ass a noun
love the way it look, her ass in gown
she roll a blunt, it's a half a pound
she gimme head like cap and gown
graduate and throw it back around
p**** on the bussy we get juicy
she wear stusse she a milf she bake cookies
i like a booty that is fruity, sometimes moody
i got a toolie, it'll shooty, make a movie
filmin films of fillin filthy filaments
i'm feelin like frickin fisting it
statistics of ballistic significance
she inked like immigrants
i will fill, drill again
pull it out, put it in again

My exertion is will, I kill with nurture while you hide behind shields
Burning your field with aviated ordnances,
My Glock hotter than radiated furnaces
My shots block nefarious purposes,
Judas shootings get buried with serpent s***
Vile ill, I take your first born with a plague and swarm
In my necrosis form, locusts motion toward for war
Make you wilt like a Lotus, I’m focused
Divinity to infinity, you sit still just coping
My disciples are snipers, I play with the toxicity like pet vipers
Raw villainy, we stifle progress like an ex-writer
I stay in your brain like naegleriasis
Made to take like aim to exceed, b****
Battle me, you see all types of diseases
Saddle defeat, I rain hail of the bleeding
Rattling the snakes when I beat the nails to Jesus