The Rapper (Sookie in the Kitchen)

Lyrics

Yo, yo Bubbles in thought I might cocoon in gibberish They pity it but linguistic aside Yeah, I, hit 'em with a rhythm and it's pretty basic Can't I hurt your favorite, don't wanna hearse I find that caging but this hate is urkin' me Slept less n oddly I'm awakening But jibba jabba down, let's be a hound B's really down to be relating, you know the cadence There's no debate and there's no erasing my sound I'm aware n a lone wolf, watch out when the moon comes out How is that your crew if they're biggin' up that, now? Imagine in the futch' When you're shitting out udderly, Like a cash cow Hit 'em with a little bit of that init It don't really matter if the axe sent misses Kilo campers, zero actors, Jesus was the man, so I'm just chillin' I'm no hero, I'm your villain, while you're billin A zoot, I'm tellin', you to keep it up, you don't wanna cut Quit that fibbing, you naughty fuck I'm brought to the front, show and tell Why I'm no L I'm important stuff like imported bud But really I'm a star dog, just a bit rough, fuck Harder and larger, like a non monougamous cunt Who's gonna come to your rescue? Not me, your dumb and start arching when I... Add this to my crumpled legion That's a bloody mountain, that's a flow i'm mountain I said this shit is fucking steaming, not the first rider But the horseman found that, heaven's sings we rapping here We might be harkening for the exacting cheer Eons in hand is here, I ain't concealin' that WXM got blocked up ears Got a few buds, we all got toke Had a few buds, I had to smoke Lyrically of course, 'cause at the mo' there's no respawn There's no reason to go Fully commando, Rambo, at the throat So I fill 'em with the ammo that I wrote Him and him want that feature flow But what they don't know is yo Yo, that back String attached, like just a lil waning on your mind Like when bling, first attacked, alright Meaning I'm punching in, like Off top of the brain then spitting it live While you're kickin' slidin' your pre-written Shhh, alright Sunt lenta, dicere To say what I want's gettin' harder to say Oblitus Anglis and it might get scary But only for book worms reading off a page Feedin' the buggers, some off top of the noggin' We got J's spiffin' like our T on you ♪ I've been admitted n escaped a few times But you look like you're still on the loose Oof Coffee sipped, talkin' big Cotton' on and pour the sixth On n' off till Bon Voyage, wait at the door, it's shipped At times, an angel, a lord of the fix Soothin I might just find all of this