Head Nod

[Verse 1: Zilla] TSC this not a joke, no scam artist We just work the damn hardest We the shit, yo man farted And we can hardly smell it Nigga we hardly jealous Of your weak bars, wack beats ya better go and shelve it Presley just like Elvis Colder then where them Elves is Only split it with my team besides that I'm selfish On probation put the GB away Got some tricks to show you Might just roll up my sleeves today Keepin' it Boro All black Vans so thorough And I know some hood niggas with more arms than Goro That's Mortal Kombat We just hear to bomb rap Like Bin Laden in a motherfucking prom hat Spiking the punch nigga where the fuck yo prom at? Been home alone for months, where the fuck my mom at? Cuz the refrigerator empty Thinking bout suicide please nigga help me This shit is not healthy And I'm about to catch a heart attack Before I let it go, pass it off to Artehfact [Verse 2: Artehfact] Class dismissed, rhyme session in session Solo cups erection, up in your girl's intestine Marks off our checklist, while I'm fisting yo bitch That mysterious clitoris, I'm elbow deep in it She whiter than shit, she head nod on my dick while I spit this We killing every track like we running a sprint Smoking a spliff, drunker than shit That's what we call a hit (That's what we call a hit) Your cruisin', crashed fans Smoking weed from crushed cans We in the motherlands Smoking weed with other hands Obama yes we can, three wise words from that man Yes we can, yes we can And I'mma do it like they do it in the movies Fuck the love, all groupies The only ones with boobies Just get em' roofied Make them feel all goofy TSC flying high making girls go loopy My boy Zilla's blasting off 3, 2, 1 He's the bomb the astronaut [Verse 3: Zilla] Driftin' through the mist Where my mind exist Deep below the dark abyss Still I'm sharking this Great white, take flight, clear the landing strip Take off nigga, ya man is swift Like Taylor Screaming fuck the haters Jesus Christ this kid is nice embrace me as ya savior Verses sharp as razors Shocking niggas like tasers HAHAHAHAHA But still got more to prove Pussy I got more to bruise You niggas got more to lose Than me I came in this shit with nothing but words A pocket full of herbs And a GB with dirty water Instrumentals to salughter Phone numbers from ya daughters And my pride, Team Solo Cup fucking president Any other mention on Twitter is irrelevant Flow is just so elegant Problem you can't address, you in the room with a motherfucking Elephant Nigga