Tell Them

(EP) Doppelganga, part strangler, half sodomite The groggy white black pack fat body type Shoddy right handed, uppercase pen swipe Soil his depends in front his friends late night The dicey fellow frail all lethal pen a sloppy scroll Spicy yellow tail, miso, and a maki roll Vastly stroll, don't ask me bout a ghastly troll And lastly get rhinoplasty you nasty ho I'm actually cold, bold and in the know Perhaps he scolds cause old is vintage soul A timid bro on the go with vivid flow Within the show sniffing snow and friggin blow I'm grinning so when I'm shittin I can barf heaving A sharp heathen dropping shart on this dark evening Stark deviant, apart from the art's medium Hark back to E and them, both of them can... (Hook) (Matter ov Fact) Doppelganga, the post grad, gross lads Rocking dirty specs with old mold behind the nose pad So sad, before he can spell entire name Brain has more lines than autocad wireframe In condo's sip Mondo's insane Leaving a lot of slain, John Doe's and Jane's Rocking black cloaks like poncho's in rain Don't say the name of the head honchos in vain Cause going against the grain, remarking with dag shrugs Like walking barefoot through a hotel shag rug Mad bugged, to do so must be a tad drugged Yo either that or truly blessed with an open tap, chug Guaranteed the next shot is heaved The zigga should've kept it more realistic like a modest weave You're never hearing the Adonis peaved For he was trained to strike emotion without wearing it upon his sleeve (Hook)