Great Fairy's Fountain (STD Version) (Prod. Team Teamwork

[Hook] Spike's on top like it's Sermon on the Mount Kick 'em to the curb, and I curb stomp 'em out Break your Pontiac, persons shouting Take your bottle back, he's slurping on the fountain [Verse 1] How can he spit so delightfully rad? Slow but bright, no to fights, throw the mic in a bag And even though it ain't hooked up, he likes it in hand He'll write ghost after he goes on a hike with his dad He spits a frightfully mad verse Light, puff, and pass They ain't talking 'bout the cheech, they say they, "like what he has", he's Liking a lass that's balls-deep and artsy Crawling 'round the party Siphoning flasks Rhymes SO ill, the disc come with a flu shot, punk Slam my cock through your mailbox, you've got spunk But you do not have a fucking chance against the dragon So cancel this reaction The new top gun You think you're hot shit, but you're poopsicle Not quitting 'till I make a hot bitches boobs tickle You guys are too fickle, tethered to the cleanliness 'Bout to make this whole fucking stage a fucking mess because [Hook] [Verse 2] How can he spit such a loud and renowned sound? Spent about a thou hibernating, but I'm out now Walking down the street, hulking all over your town now Shouting out the N Word, like, "How Now Brown Cow?" (Nigga?) You didn't expect it, but you did He wrecked up all your shit and now you're left with nothing in you Yo, Scales up, man, deflecting all your insults Gonna wanna buy my fucking mixtape in bulk When I spit, I make a point to non-stop rock you On a fucking mission, adventure, I'm setting out to Have the whole game locked up in a shock tub Yo, put the fucking beat back on, I'm not done Fuck you, I'll sample whatever I wanna It ain't about the money It's all about the lyrics I lay on ya So go ahead and call a fucking lawyer I'm busy getting high on marijuana, hit the bong cause [Hook] Slurping on the fountain... Take your bottle back, he's slurping on the fountain The Great Fairy's Fountain Bitch (Bong hit)