Pretty nice off a King Palm
This Marty Scurll new theme song
Never catch me round dumb fellas
Hit you upside your dome with the umbrella
New Year’s Day party with Marty
I got the senses to get sent to the principal; Prince of Hardly operating at a speedy tone
Pass out reasons not to leave your home
Mask on with the long nose - I’m past Eddie Brock scary
Cock hairy with the drop on hip hops cherry
Ostrich buried - the hops can’t seem to please me now
Nicki on the sips for sex drives on leaking sounds
Bombard and bowguard – ain’t gotta show large stacks for the brains natural co-star
Conscience looking like what’s good God?
Good God they can’t find a Good God in any open stars
Earthlings teach the brain go kart speed thoughts on the super highway
Carter come through like the Cloverfield monster with a sky-scrape on a sky-scrape
Cows eat my grass fuck the high steaks
There are more chickens then humans
And somehow, I observe so much clucking and ruin
Tender touch when it comes to the Marco pollo
Better mark your pollo‚ the treasury is un-loyal
Old rotting as the young spoil
Dispensation of a scoundrel – antihero go the spoils
Cannabis and essential oils – essentially carry necessary inconstant wreckage when the test is toiled
Ha-ha – got you bitch – that’s a message to direct the royal
Checkmate hoe – no need for techs and coils bouncing back for damage – I got habits sat in vegetable oil
Check it
No come down and no bum round
Moon ya – get bummed off a bum when the suns down
When son down I got one round
Of sophisticated disposition – miss the prism on young clowns
Have fun now but when I come ‘round‚ I guarantee the deer runneth clear of my radius then strum bout
5 strings of sad chords and one piano ring
Of the constant inexperience they bring‚ I sing
Goodbye means of sad thoughts – I got villain tendencies
I go Clockwerk on racoons’ dog
Hippos dip low – turtles get shell shocked
Owl Eagle pounding on your door to get to your bell knocked
Entropy addict – Mr. Freeze to Hell’s hot
He who must not be named get his spells blocked
Then I flee like I’m Lord – Lord
And in the case witnesses was around here’s what they tell cops:
A flash banged but it wasn’t a firearm
He had ice cold breath and fire arms
Shoes on was like 800 at the very least
Dryness to even say he was a Scary Beast
He was barley seen then there he beamed and escaped the scene
Left the imposters with a hateful sting
Mean
Green smoke came from his cranium
Villain no doubt
Sought out the route to start painting him
Ran out of paper on your rap sheet
And my raps run athletes – swim meets, and track meets
Strong lower body with cracked feet
Don’t eat wack meat; grew up on the backstreet
MC Eight to a 1 out of 39, rapper
Most wanted in states where true divine captures
Spine tap most swine packers – I find signs of plaque pride hung high stories – calorie climb backwards
Fat bastard I play all the parts evenly
Cooked or roasted smoke you will never start steaming me
Fix you a tub of half crab and creamery
And afterward I might acknowledge you at a leisure speed
Jimmy