Private temple hours

Lyrics

[Intro: milo] Yeah little tricky bugger Yeah yeah yeah [Bridge: milo] Veneration for derelicts accelerating through the doldrums Gave you my whole self like, "My nigga, that's just my old one" Fenestration of the giant, yelling, "Ho-hum, ho-hum" Fenestration of the giant, yelling, "Ho-hum, ho-hum" [Break: milo] Two-two, yeah Two-two, yeah, yeah, ayy [Verse 1: milo] I be in a pickled petticoat dropping books like Chuck Monsey Sixteen-bar Rickrolling, beard of Mick Foley Spit it, slick, coding in a Tennessee Ernie Ford tuxedo Meat in the peephole Overcaster of wonder Open palms, spinning atop rotunda [Chorus: milo] Private temple hours, private temple hours Private, nah, nah, nah My private temple hours, yeah In my private temple hours It's my private temple hours, private temple hours It's them private temple hours, private temple hours It's, ugh, private temple hours, private temple hours Private temple hours It's my private temple hours, private temple hours [Verse 2: YOUNGMAN] Private temple hours, private temple hours Check out how I get live with mental powers Yeah, check it! Youngman in the building like an elevator And whatever I don't rap well now, I'll tell you later Youngman in a wigwam like a straw roof And when I lay down the law, it's the raw truth Youngman in the house like a foyer And when I punch Nazi goys, they say, "Oy vey!" Enjoy, hey That's the first time you got a face full of smarts Both you and your nose are replaceable parts White supremacy is the light Jew's frenemy They'll hire you more often and still kill you eventually Everything I say is incredibly great While you steadily hate on anything you didn't make, fakes I'm top five, dead or alive While Wi-Fi is your wife and you've lost all your drive I'm top five dead, alive, or zombie While you stare with dead eyes at a smartphone you heart more than your mommy I'm top five dead, alive or immortal while you're all worried about "Oh no is my storage full?" Don't make eye contact now, it might stunt your growth You've got a flat face and small mind, and I hunt for both Youngman in the building like a steel girder And when I kill with words, it's real murder (Woo!)