Telling merry little stories whisperin Slip her in Telling Mary little stories As I exhale Flipping bitches Flipping bitches off In my raps Finger licking good Teriyaki sauce Its a wrap Im the best and West end Chilling staring ceilings till best friend Ringing door bell I take a breath and Going out to play mom Dont know what to say mom You know Im gonna smoke weed But hopefully Say in song and sin in the washbin My flow bendin backwards Sat curbs Staring at the black turf The concrete Hot streets Football and then hockey Oakland and then sucky Shitty little suburbs Shitting in the summer in the suburbs bushes Kush is Alot better out here And cheaper too Week or two Blew through fleet of few Backwood Philly fat ass blunts Got a hunch Ollie Kaufmann is West Coast Clutch Of tunes make em Bloom Like Shrooms under moonlight Smooth with a cool writeright Come fight Said whose gonna fight Known for breaking ground Sound making under ground Clowns shaking up down Hyphy They see Bay be Aforementioned Half a mention Based God and Swag out the Ovaries That Bay type play type tag swining over me He aint got no bars Just ghost riding cars No scars that are deep like New York type beats like Boom bap But who that? Bay Kid who do that Rhyming like move that out the way I aint bringing back shit Im in my rocketship singing Walking as Im leanin Talking and Im thinkin How I get my legion All I got are lesions on the brain Im a sick mother fucker With a twister mind be Stick stiffs from the upper Hymen Stick stiffs in another brother Popping holes in rubbers Making babies no relation And they hating cause Im raping But Im clever with my shit Bitch Of tunes make em Bloom Like Shrooms under moonlight Smooth with a cool writeright Come fight Said whose gonna fight Who the fuck handed me the mic Jova son older one And I see him in the sun Apparently Im his son Turning water into Vodka Gotcha Sipping from the bottle as I waddle round hoddie on Shot ya Story so familiar doesnt shock Chose to be a rapper not a doctor Cause they shootin point blank these days So Im retaliating point blank For you pull the trigger fuckin think Thanks Im that trippy little riddle kid Sipping on the clouds instead of riddiling Giggling and fiddiling around with sounds Im a music maker first Herse reverse parks behind the first verse Slay em Sweet curse saying Fuck you on a park bench Heart lynched Years ago Heres to folks forgotten Pray em Bow your head and say em Ollie Kaufmann. Cross em. Kill em On the cross and kill em I will resurrect the feeling Of tunes make em Bloom Like Shrooms under moonlight Smooth with a cool writeright Come fight Said whose gonna fight Of tunes make em Bloom Like Shrooms under moonlight Smooth with a cool writeright Come fight Said whose gonna fight
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