Barbiturates

[EP] Ayo dude, hop in the whip, prelude, the car hit to shit Quick, pop six Quaaludes and barbiturates Yo hit the strip with illicit checks Trying to flex, roll up on a trick to solicit sex Fuck you know about sipping becks cloaked out Genuflect with your gold mouth Dismount up off the gods phallus, rap lord chalice Callous acts in a palace out in Dallas See baby here's the recap, on why he needs to pre-fap To stop the ejac, when she tapped him on his kneecap Sensitive spots, so he went to vent to his pops Shocked, he didn't mention a lot, didn't want to If shorty got the lemon then the soy is for the ponzu Doppel needs bread and some cheese, but not fondue Get your mind fondled on the horizontal That's if you want to, just steer clear of the god's gondle, baby [Matter ov Fact] Ayo before we start, got to ask twice, all complainers halt Blame got to learn to take advice with a grain of salt Eat fish'n chips up in maine with malt vinegar Then run up in the nearest chase just to drain vault It's time for switching up your train of thought Drink a carafe of E and J Vow to never lead your staff astray Your new goal, commit a gaffe a day And keep the windows to your soul with the blinds down half the way You've got to learn to stay caught up in a brash scam Be the reason why all your neighbors be copping dash cams Sacrifice for a year, eating mashed spam So you have the necessary cash flow to smash yambs, fam He knew a nigga named Kevin Moore Looking to purchase his eleventh whore Ayo he told him hit the Pascha and when you get to heaven's door Make plenty sure to stay away from the seventh floor