Deviatin' Septums - Digital Exclusive

Lyrics for Deviatin' Septums - Digital Exclusive

My music go harder than those foolish buffoons, you know Spit the rudest flow, never stoop low for stupid hoes Fresher than ya new clothes Winter in Chicago, boy, I'm too cold I'm too bold, attackin' like I'm Cujo How many times can that gun burst if it's from Earth? How many stupid food-colored whips you hopping out of in one verse? Tell me again, how many are you slayin' when you really watchin' PornHub clips with 52% percent ratings? My mind's all smart, it's in the ball park of Jean-Paul Sartre, Yours is in the parking lot of Walmart packin' up Duck Dynasty wall art You claiming that you move the clubs, but only in a golf cart Czar hold the mic like Picasso paint a picture in 1080p (tell 'em) High res, wide lens, you {???} Crowd goin' wild like they screamin' for they favorite team Amphetamines give the shakes to the fiends He's the General Zod fleein' from a federal charge Neck surgery-- sue due to head nod Certified worker, Sir I, salute the god The next generation leader Jean-Luc Picard You know, this is sort of well-recorded, L Nosy neighbors tell the board of health about the corpse's smell in the bloody Jordans {???} to the touch of evil, word to Orson Welles Ain't nobody tryin' to hear you, like an orphan's yell I'm rugged like a tortoise shell You buggin' like a stuffed one You bust guns, never fold, cold as ice We keep the merchandise {???} Movin' like a hundred U-Hauls, so screw y'all Call me a bully, the industry is like the school hall Who are y'all? Ya goofballs, dudes rockin' RuPaul shawls Czarface is what you call raw Listen X2 X2