Syrup

[Verse: DeadCrow] Dropping turds for disposing terms while disclosing sherm Dres-Gosis, beat halitosis by exposing germs Onto the runner up, get thunder struck Or run over by skunk odor coming out the windows of a hundred trucks Their feet are stuck like, stepping on wet cement Y'all can't be dense, even if y'all were this weed scent Which means y'all could never top this pot smoker My thinking's a lot, bolder, & my hearts a lot, colder Y'all lack older maturity, thoughts of impurity & insecurity Got me checking each back side even walking past security A recurrence-y Like me hustling weed or ecstasy to reassure this currency Im currently sitting back lounging at a lounge in paradise Minus these parasites that be surrounding each & every night A freak in every life, past, present & future Y'all copy the steez like, "since that's different it might suit ya" But y'all be stalking a part of him in a cardigan & not the part of him that's a martian with no margin end Or the part of him that was bargaining with he who will not be called again My souls stuck in a cauldron Burning down million feet's below the Earths crust A minion seed cursed & high off Earths dust & purp slush Disturbed plus, spit surplus of purpose being Having, these hearers hearing acting like some worthless beings Im, ignorant, arrogant, with a hint of bad parenting Bust my seeds on your parents bed & show you where my manners went I bust my seeds on your parents bed & show you where my manners went