Ghost kitchen bar sheesh

Umpire state of mind; I know they clickin' up behind me
So I'm backin' down the streets from my driveway
(Sittin' sideways) I gotta learn to take the highways
But gang up and I'll engage a couple like a drive train
(Then f*** the bridesmaids) She weird as f***, but I don't mind strange
I like brains, like five heads and mind games
She dumb thick, eat her rice and her five grains
Tryna get a nut like that Squirrel in the Ice Age

neva down forever , the bounce back man
i'm tryna forest gump marathon afghan
first check, know i got trueys
big money flowin got her thinkin i was jewish
plane landed, home alone at the hotel
gothic b**** wanna paint up on my toe nails
movin different , 6th speed gears,
break my heart baby thats a million dollar tear
these days i can't give f***s like they candy
unless her first name dakoda, then fanning
i'm dancing with the glove, like i'm michael n s***
30 bands from the show slip it right by my d***
black girl in paris say she tanning, what's the use
always tryna be obtuse, luckhy that she cute
and play it like a flute, back in band camp
if blowin was a sport id root for her in the grand stands
I been steppin out lately , these dance moves upgrading
fortune cookie told me go and get it swear its all i needed
feel like soulja boy 2013 conceited

They killed my dawg I feel like John Wick
We use to be brothers like Kodak & John Wicks
It’s a wicked world so that’s why I get wick’d
Like wicker furniture imported from a UK Wickes
Pay for the groceries at the Publix with my WIC
Use to work there but ghosted before they fired me like a Litwick
When I drink my insides burn like the Wicker Man
If you don’t get my new flow you missed the croquet wicket, man

gotta pack my bags
attending swag class
this girl ik just posted ass
but ik she wouldnt smash
its ok theres plenty of fish in the sea
plenty of ways to give the D
plenty of stories that come from me
plenty of sporty broads that treesh

bro h**** again this sunday morning

attending swag class

I go where the rhymes take me!

in the city of the have and have-nots
b**** might let me hit if i buy her ass shots
fw me ima hit u w dis big ass glock
heres my d, she needed sum to grab on
gettin high, need sum to dab on
i cock the chrome got my gat cocked

Real dirtbag, rapping over copyright material
But I’m clean with it, wipe it down with the antibacterial
I’ll put yo b**** in the position, no managerial
A sick f*** in the sack, but not venereal
She take her morning-after pill like it’s that one cereal
Bagged her off a number like police matching gun serials
Jit nasty, like he just learned his curse words
Listening to Snow - Informer while I sit back and observe her
Complete pervert, I fervor to slurp her
I taste it and it’s sour like the diesel that I served her
Churn her from the back til she cream like lime sherbet
She tells me not to hurt her
But I can’t help it
Big d*** head like a helmet
P**** so soft like velvet
I had to shotgun bust in her and spread white pellets
She’s swollen from my shrimp like she’s allergic to shellfish
Beat the p**** blue, word to Eric Essix
Beat the p**** blue as if I was a domestic sexist

Don’t call it watered down, this s*** is pure
Whole crew wearing shiestys, they insecure
Don’t talk greasy, I got shooters in high places
Play your position, before you get put on Craig’s list like the back pages
We don’t go to Mykonos no more sweetheart, that’s outdated
brand new set of teeth but your plaques stay gold plated
These niggas need to shape up the way they legacies is fading
I’m at the bybolos room at himachi and the view is amazing
Fake niggas around you put on a mask to cover up they sad faces
Envy and jealousy will only lead your mind into bad places
It makes me think of the days me and chubbs used to chill in the basement,
hearing horror stories of the path that I’m slowly embracing

Like an officer in street clothes me and yo girl was under the covers,
Flew her out to caymans, and now they’re saying you’re distant lovers
You should’ve seen the quickness with which she dubbed them rubbers
Disrespecting the boy was your most egregious blunder
I ain’t no big stepper but these shoes are too big to fill
I’m not talking about the bar tab when I say that me and my partner splitting bils
You’re just a good kid from a maad city that’s why your presence is weak
NyQuil owe you a brand deal the way your last album put niggas to sleep

Soak up game like a Sponge, Bob
Keep a Square in my pants

Listening to Mister Mister
Krabs watching me money dance

Wit yo b**** on St Patrick’s Day
Looking at Stars on the beach

It’s Sandy all over us
I’m clutching her Cheeks
I feel like Sahbabii, Squid
Word, tentacles in her

Eating her out like
Like a Krabby Patty dinner

Excuse me Miss
But that Puff p****’s mine

Gonna find your Pearl
And have a whale of a time

Living like Larry
The Lobster’s exquisite in the light
Moving like Gary
The Snail race finish line in sight

*yeah, slurp that p*****

decisively conceited when i beat it
she eat it and i leave it
i skeeted and delete it
and if she pregnant, fetus deletus
b**** more ran thru than tennis shoes
i cant love a liar so i cant love u
she said she h**** im like me too
sequin shoes, pink friday perfume
nothing to assume, out the p**** i exhume
there's no room for frauds
just jewels for boss
i want you on this cock
shes a beauty w that bod
make my heart stop
make my p**** throb
you will never see me stop
shes the semen slob
the way she eat the cock
she a p**** gobbler
head bobber, im the twat knocker
fuddruckers, buttfuckers
u think u heard me but ur done, f***er
so lemme come, f***er
and ima c***on her
like i wanted her
and thats it its like this
she suck d*** w both lips
i poke it i go in
flowin in her ocean and she strokin w the motion
oh s***

yeah. royalty free.
me and the jit spittin that heat.
us? you'll never defeat
f*** this b**** til shes deceased
and bus a nut on her feet and her teeth
take em home w me
examination, miscalculation
i lack the patience like we're overstaffed
i grab the matrix i pull the gat
her ass is shakin i go in that

i go in that?
bus a nut all up in doja cat?
ur nose is wack
smokin that mj pack
click clack attack
p**** posters on the map
u gotta adapt
wear every kind of hat
or u get left in the sand
ima run up them bandz

the intro

fuddruckers

ADAM
youtu.be/e205fHJXZFE

Part man, part cliche
Postpartum God with a heap of clay
And a week to play
Make myself a twin by my hand
It’s funny how things really never go as planned
The finger frame slanted, everything canted
Blood, sweat, tears what perfection demanded
I sweat and I bled and I cried
Then I mixed that in when it dried, like “it’s worth a try”
A long sigh, a squint, and a study
I pulled my chair close to my buddy
He was really something
Wrapped up like a mummy in a tomb
I pulled the drapes back, let some sun into the room
He stood up, he was still somewhat confused
I unwrapped the bandage but couldn’t hide the news
My aws, my stares, my gags, he was gross
And I held the hand mirror really close
His eyes opened wide at the sight of his ghost
He locked both hands on my throat
I smiled while I choked
He looked down, took a sec to take it in
An attempt to make a twin, rats, foiled again
He said he could still make a twin by his hand
Does man make art or does art make man?
(Damn)

Part man, part cliche
Postpartum God with a heap of clay
And a week to play
Make myself a twin by my hand
It’s funny how things really never go as planned

i dont smoke crack
weed you know i toke that
blowin doja out the roof like a smokestack
i stand on bidness and u should know that
i cant talk rn my phone tapped
ass so fat, s*** got obesity
i forgot all common decency
to drive that dumptruck u need a certificate?
im lit in it like a cigarette
my d*** in it, i spit the c***
i spin the flow like steering wheel
i believe ghosts and spirits real
i believe my lyrics feel
like how i am at any moment
guap is green like grass hes mowing
grass im smoking at the british open
this b**** is strokin and my d*** is poking
smoking weed i can believe
i need it to succeed
f*** my degree
yahh yahh yeet

Ok, this was amazing!

its friday, except its the night's before dawn before's afternoon

as i rise into slumber
my mind trails and i wonder
are my racks goin under?
am i about to plunder?
thoughts of the future, intrusive,
blunder, i wont induce it stupid
hallucinogens and thunder
spring is here, near is summer
my racks gon get loosenin
my stacks i get to it
i c***a lot im a cummer
she ghosted me, shes a bummer
whos this guy in a new disguise
ima euthanize like im shooting eyes
with my stupid-sized tubin' pipe
get it? i busted on her eyeball
semen white like drywall
pick up the phone when i call
indubitably she scoopin the meat
she scooch next to me
throw that cooch ecstasy

Ok this one is freaky

its on site like spankbang
i grab my d*** and i wankwank
shoot my load like a big tank
my bars are like a thinktank
i think i want a pink tank
and a pink cowboy hat
if i see my opps im not gon like that
its on site like p***hub way back
kodak spice on the track
put my thumb in her ass
she gon suck it on sight
give me some wings w some fries
i want a bad b**** on the side
ride d*** like a bike
she gon drink me like mike's
it's on site like she fixing me
but really i need her to be into me
in my mind my thoughts are infamy
its on site like a p*** movie

corned coochie
coochie in a can
spice is the man
yeah ik, it was planned
like 9/11 we blowin up your airwaves
im flyer than an airplane
flying at the world trade
if shawty got a bush, no way
just kidding. i love all w****s
now get down on all fours
and suck me til i c***more
cumshot, an unstoppable force
these hoes spineless like an untoppable horse
top as in ride. not suck u sick f***s
i been up. tryna get that income.
tryna get my d*** sucked
from a bih i found on the algorithm