Tumbleweed

Lyrics

[Commentary: Manaz Ill, Complete] Yo, what's good? This is Manaz Ill You're checkin' out my favourite chain smokin' Pickle hatin' Mi Goreng enthusiast, Complete On the "While We Wait" mixtape Stay tuned for the album (Oi) [Verse 1: Complete] An awkward loner, snorting a mort's aroma Then thought that I caught pneumonia from porkin' an organ donor Of course I'm over, I just ordered my fourth Corona 'Cause forcing abortions sober is boring as your persona 'Causing an orphan home to regret when I get tossed in one And blocked the bunk beds with the heads of some dead foster mums So watch your tongue like a lesbian's wеt boxers done Or I'ma catch diseasеs and spread 'em to Red Cross for fun What's for lunch? Fake rappers' careers Say their name three times and a gay faggot appears I stay savage and fierce with blades, daggers, and shears So my peers' brains splatter on stage managers' ears A face fatter than Sia's, a mentally ill Beethoven If I'm not paid, eventually tills break open I ain't jokin', I'm meant to be Bill Gates loaded All you lame posers eventually will take notice [Chorus: Complete] I ain't tryna fuckin' sound humble I'ma make the underground crumble I'm tumble Weed Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle I won't hear another mouth mumble I'm tumble Weed I ain't tryna fuckin' sound humble I'ma make the underground crumble I'm tumble Weed Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle I won't hear another mouth mumble I'm tumble Weed [Verse 2: Complete] Oi, Shaker, we should [?] rape a boy later We'll enjoy some fuckin' with invoice paper Voice changer me, make me sound like a moist Vader Luke! I am your daddy, do you enjoy danger? The [?] saviour of rap in its fine form Take a look at all of these amateurs, I scorn The Psych Ward's back with the damage of nine storms And only battin' an eye when we jack it to blind porn A jacket that I've worn, your missuses wanna sniff it I flick them a drop of jizz and their clitoris pocket shivered I'm a freak for the hell of it, but bitches are often frigid So I'm leavin' the cell a bit like prisoners on a visit I'm kiddin', I'm gonna stick it inside 'em with no lube I got stars on my balls, I'm excited as Goku There's no crew of rappers alive that I won't hu- Miliate, silly fakes just die when they're 'sposed to because [Chorus: Complete] I ain't tryna fuckin' sound humble I'ma make the underground crumble I'm tumble Weed Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle I won't hear another mouth mumble I'm tumble Weed I ain't tryna fuckin' sound humble I'ma make the underground crumble I'm tumble Weed Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle I won't hear another mouth mumble I'm tumble Weed [Verse 3: Complete] There's no competitors, only effortless weak attempts Dissin' me? You'll go to Heaven and see your friends The beef will end when you're smokin' meth in the street with men Eat cement, fucker, and don't you mention Complete again At least a ten, my sex appeal is noteworthy Your woman don't even check the seal, she's so thirsty She tends to squeal, "Let me feel", or "Don't hurt me" Like the bong when the session's real, the hoe's dirty My flow's dirty, I'm one of a kind for sure Like Chris Pratt when he summons a dinosaur A bit fat, but your mum is a slimy whore Stickin' my dicksack up in her giny-door Listen; you've been officially briefed The scene is a ghost town and the city's deceased Consider it breached, you'll see no citizens speak Except this tumbleweed spittin' through these hideous streets, Complete [Chorus: Complete] I ain't tryna fuckin' sound humble I'ma make the underground crumble I'm tumble Weed Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle I won't hear another mouth mumble I'm tumble Weed I ain't tryna fuckin' sound humble I'ma make the underground crumble I'm tumble Weed Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle I won't hear another mouth mumble I'm tumble Weed