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(VERSE 1)

boy
i know you thinking
thats a plot but
that aint no plot boy
dont you lose yo top boy
im hot boy
molten to the top boy
so how you think that party
bout to rock boy

hot boy
molten to the top boy
stone block boy
chisel in the chalk boy
im cropped boy
steady bringing drop boy
cus i drop bois
and not a single knuckle feel a pop

(VERSE 2)

stop boy
tell em run stray see
its half hazardous half
the rest daffodils
all naturally craft
and canned panics in grained
to reek havoc and pure
them old brains since

boy
i know them thoughts ain’t tame
raised in them canisters
rats and hags cackle at
and still them old lads must claim
how the village only settle for there
pale blood strains

so while them chaps
sit gathered up
tongue held, passing em,
pace few, yapping off,
telling some tale
why my name spoke malice
rather harsh in the chatter
still they don’t know names

don’t know names
why the don’t ask names
why my past haunt heavy
why the hold so strained on me

and why i try and feel warmth
why i wanna give chance to these

just arm a couple
bottles of the whiff it catch a coff
see sipping what im sipping
sure to sterilize you lots
them bodies
see them bodies
all them bodies steady drop
and if you find that funny
will it “funny” when you rots there

so
funny how you rotted
trynna spit another talk
but really see that talking
got you drowning in the cough
that fresh air does it
but its buzzing shall not flock
so dear bare with it
till them liddies hit that drop dead on em like

(VERSE 3)

see the demons out the bottle
let him reign let him reign soup terror
arms raise and foots they step scurry when
when really you should clog that sniffer

pause the lip quiver
see really that dont help your situation
ration what gasping is left if
if you really trynna tell tales of it

fried in deep oven the clouds
they all love it
wild little lumps
they fight for consumption
oh my they rise and grow plump
see the steam feeds thighs
and rippen all humps on em

and them dawgs might drizzle
splash and flood sizzling
bath or tub givem it
see i really mean harm if you test
so you boys might
wanna get those lips double checked
next time you ride around here

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from Pello Phantasmo's Book Of Brew, released August 21, 2020

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