Tarantism

Lyrics
MoF: Yo Tropicana josh drop the razor, before you pull the trigger slime No digital shape up, just tap nigga line Swig of fine wine then he flew to Chi Town He said if you're going to pick it out, make sure you pat them sides down Listen, niggas say they're sickos, we're nastier, real Gs hang low like macromastia Doppel Gang ghastlier than your average, wreaking havoc Since the cloak was just a sheet of fabric Reeked of haddock from all the floozies Dancing erratically, sweating profusely Loosey goosey, probably burn you like a Juicy Lucy Getting in touch with inner hoochie Beneath the table, flashing her coochi at Bertuccis It's all Gucci whether it's MOF or cousin E Let your hair down, you know we're judgement free Curmudgeons be like "nah, they can't be trending" Now they're plotting, searching for that antivennin, Tarantism EP: Ayo who's to say who produce the best Chartreuse or Cru Beaujolais Yous in the loose zoot suits what can ya do for me? Chicken out the packet little salt then call it a day Hey, did a show at CMJ with TMJ Rap lords, when you see them pray Use per diem on the E and J DNA, not of the gang to sell you the same Rather, piss on your leg and tell you it's rain Shame, Shame, Shame, Shame On the block where they Buda slang, Oi Tudo Bem! No parents to implant the wisdom or vision Transparent with the tarantism, listen He's jealous even if you just bit on a Pringle For years in cellars eating some shit on a shingle Now he's got the bank tellers admitting their single Overzealous off a jingle Chorus: Straight deaded by the eight legged Venom spreaded by the dreaded Dance like chicken beheaded Once u get it don't forget it Its Prophetic, Tarantism
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- The Doppelgangaz