Sasquatch

[la:EN]
[re:LRCgenerator.com]
[ve:3.00]
After filling my reputation of whore beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered some gorditas (Mmm, thats good !)
Wanted four more, ordered em, didnt eat em
Then head to Thebes house for some gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on this beat B
Cause we running shit like the Dingleberries on four cheetahs
Flow colder than Papa Joes, old Dominos
(Fuck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang scratched inside the knucks
Got some One Direction tickets, I should hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave and the cannabis
Try to take the van and the whole band to Canada
Fuck the block news and the venues, they cant handle us
They cant stand us including fruits that Franks channeling
The Ku Klux Klan see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Five Panels is
Man, I suck now, I aint still dope
But Chris and Rihannas fuckin again so theres still hope
Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, Im Bens hair
Yall barely breaking like Tacos self- esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this grins rare
Watch a nigga smile like five-year-old child
Im kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Green Mile, its
Red Bull in this cup so a nigga may seem wild but
Thats just all the sherm I was burning a little while ago
Dont let me get hold of that rifle
Shout my nigga Sage Elsseser and Sean Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas that skate with a sick style
And some freckled bitches with giant peaches thats vile
They never did catch that rhino
Squadron full of some lost souls
Sergeant of all, its autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative with his mommas wishes for college
And coppers labeled a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a Bronco
Hopped right off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped , dusted off and then walked home
Shit, its like 6 P.M. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my niggas hostile
Cautious of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines
Bitches augmented, stupid, as the group is, only slightly
Write precise to get a pussy nigga tooth chipped
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Ruths Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the luggage from his shroom trips
See, Lionel ball with Leonardo on the weekend now
And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second season now
Small fry got em seasons salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics barfing
From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and cloth
And teeing off, believe its Golf Wang , nigga