Huzzah Pt 2 (The Song that Never Ends)

[Verse1:] [Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire] Straight shots of vodka, straight shots of Vodka Slam dancing white hens from Czechoslovak… nah… that ain't it… Straight shots of appleton, straight shots of appleton Boggle wit bad gyals Dem pon dat passa passa shit 50 shot thompsons Tank tops with holes in em Ox tails and dumpling Red green and gold nigga I'm a cold nigga Money don't fold nigga Smell some bitch in you I expose niggas Pink moet, rosé, pop it on a project bench Under surveillance cameras Let's show these crackers how we live ExQo you be wildin Fuckin right I'm on some other shit Labels tryin to politic, I ain't tryin to politic Life's a rubiks cube I got confused and I just pop that shit Like (click click pow) Problems, get up off of it Rhyme till I'm exhausted or I'm laying in a coffin dead And I ain't either one of em I ain't either one of em We some Brooklyn bosses Players moisten it?? off with your head Goldie? took a loss I swear to god I want them fuckers dead Everything I touch just falls apart Man for the life of me Can't figure out this life for me Swear this ain't the life for me Wish I had a surrogate to come and live this life for me Everything I like just leaves Things that I despise just breed Alcohol and rhymin all I got so tell me how I heed The warnin that one day they both spout arms and then devour me Drownin in my odyssey Oddly I am now at ease Dissolving everything that I'm involved with at least partially My harshest thought's of quarantine I'm wonderin if I'm still mean My conscience call me strong Still I succumb to dumb shit constantly My wonder years watch markers?? Now I'm bonkers oh my god I need A cottage in Sri Lanka Donkey Kong Country and time to read Some hot wings, Roxy Reynolds and a asthma pump for oxygen Cause all these walls are closin in And I feel like I just can't breathe! [Hook] Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah Huzzah 2 (x4) [Verse 2:] [Heron] Raw dope never stepped on Iron-on steam get pressed on Nigga get your vest torn Aqua nigga I could scoop your bitch with my left arm Style might body em my sin is the death bomb teflon Moves untraceable Spot misplaceable For paper I'm erasing you I could smell the hate in you Smell it nigga So I'mma ruin you Stomp you till you printed with the bottom of my boot Sour nigga I'm hard candy I'm soft chews Shit I don't panic I move and shake shit like I do And break niggas with moves like jet lei Crackin bones nigga I'm fearless too See I can put the piece on niggas That just blaze Appetite to destruct shit With a full plate Dirty eye on reality whenever I pace In the hood full of wolves so I look both ways Focus on keepin my thoughts straight Cause I be on some other shit That run and get my gun and spit on Any mothafucka actin like they wanna run wit this I graduate from tussles and I major with them razors And I'm certified with rubber grips so who the fuck would fuck with this Handle my own shit Handle the rock like chris paul Sting you like a hornet Yall niggas sing? on it Nigga I been on it Been on your bitch She on every inch on my dick So I give her every inch on my dick The stroke, like high blood pressure I'm not twister, I get it wetter So if you knew better You probably do better With a new nigga Got her ready to bust From the sensitive touch Like a feather trigger She trickin it for daddy And she don't know near nigga But come near this nigga That's why she never come near them niggas Huzza