[Verse 1 Kommunist Kid] Heaven looking cloudy like this mind of a mercenary Mercy begging peons cannot contemplate the verse of fairy Diverse and carry, vice versa Im dispersing very Subtle glances at the bourgie purse that I deserve to carry Boozing was he, snooze and swoon the losers cherry To losing ounces by goons who do not care what shoe you wearing Pinstriped clown, sit your citrus ass down Youve done sinned for last now, dinners ready chow And secrete profuse apologies but secret confuse all of these We just sporadically spring nobles for shits and giggles in the February Sewing graves where you will lay like Dumile on doomsday Rue the day you disgruntled this uncle of goony ways Boo he says, mistake fire, shoot and spray, fist shake dire This satire of Julie plays fake as K jewelry Bitching tomfoolery, now gotta wait for Shabba Ranks to conjure up a new escape from mobbing quakes like Robin saint Zohaning outta banks, awe in face and swat it anyways SWAT team of busy bees stinging mace at United States Pale quails quailing at the high end zen qualia Administered by this striking genitalia That throaty Spartan garble sending shivers down your nostril Spy the spine fossils but surprise when its ailing ya Howdy, rowdy lot of rabblerousers bumping in the Audi, audio blasting in the saddle trousers Confide you wanna fight this bonafide dyke A school wide catastrophe for the booze eye faculty
swat, quailing, zohaning, rabblerousers, garble