Yo this is Wynne...
You're bumpin Spore Attic
You'd better be bumpin it in one of those damn mini vans just like Smyth does
Very Illaquips style... Peace
Excuse me as I ramble til I get jaw cancer
Or til I got the local legacy of Rod Anders, nah
Imma ram-bull like two open range animals
That haven't won a title since pre-Cold Vein Cannibal
You stand on throne, but not for how ya story told
Ya fans just can't see who sucks, a glory hole
Mass marketing is mad alarming but my nifty crew
Is passin cats who wackin off to rap memes, Jiffy Lube
Their well-oiled machine might be coiled in the scene
But these flossy warriors Adonal Foyle'd their dreams
Yo I'm broilin green beans keenly every three meals
Commit flying guillotine, routinely clean wheels and the
Fiend be, easily ahead of the curve
David Ortiz in '04 at endin a curse
Hock a loogie on my batting gloves and pop-pop stick em
Ooooh spit em, ha ha ha spit em
Slaps in the Attic mouse trappin bitas
Cats who doubt get doused in Saliva
Get doused in Saliva
Slaps in the Attic mouse trappin bitas
Cats who doubt get doused in Saliva
Get doused in Saliva
Readin while I'm dumpin then retreatin to my dungeon
If you creepin then I'm punkin I be eatin pinkish onions
Sleepin through ya function or leavin like it nothin
I'll throw my own condonin those who hope I let the funk spin
Itch's in ya area, kickin the hysteria
I shiver the stereo, Whip and Nene that's Hilario's
I slither like a Gyarados, got fishes gettin very close
They wishin they were scary foes, I riddle em by tearin tropes
Picked it up in Muddy Waters, licked the dirt from off my collar
Swished and, spit it into aqua, sonic lava hocked up
The paradox, flarin hot but words flow hypothermal
Smyth controls a mind so cold that icicles become inferno
Turn mo, Wonky claims into sure quotes, learn so
Much when I double dutch with Nerds Rope
That my lofty brain could prolly make my guile look cool
But pardon me my mic's soakin in a pile of drool
Slaps in the Attic mouse trappin bitas
Cats who doubt get doused in Saliva
Get doused in Saliva
Slaps in the Attic mouse trappin bitas
Cats who doubt get doused in Saliva
Get doused in Saliva
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Yo this is Wynne...
You're bumpin Spore Attic
You'd better be bumpin it in one of those damn mini vans just like Smyth does
Very Illaquips style... Peace
Excuse me as I ramble til I get jaw cancer
Or til I got the local legacy of Rod Anders, nah
Imma ram-bull like two open range animals
That haven't won a title since pre-Cold Vein Cannibal
You stand on throne, but not for how ya story told
Ya fans just can't see who sucks, a glory hole
Mass marketing is mad alarming but my nifty crew
Is passin cats who wackin off to rap memes, Jiffy Lube
Their well-oiled machine might be coiled in the scene
But these flossy warriors Adonal Foyle'd their dreams
Yo I'm broilin green beans keenly every three meals
Commit flying guillotine, routinely clean wheels and the
Fiend be, easily ahead of the curve
David Ortiz in '04 at endin a curse
Hock a loogie on my batting gloves and pop-pop stick em
Ooooh spit em, ha ha ha spit em
Slaps in the Attic mouse trappin bitas
Cats who doubt get doused in Saliva
Get doused in Saliva
Slaps in the Attic mouse trappin bitas
Cats who doubt get doused in Saliva
Get doused in Saliva
Readin while I'm dumpin then retreatin to my dungeon
If you creepin then I'm punkin I be eatin pinkish onions
Sleepin through ya function or leavin like it nothin
I'll throw my own condonin those who hope I let the funk spin
Itch's in ya area, kickin the hysteria
I shiver the stereo, Whip and Nene that's Hilario's
I slither like a Gyarados, got fishes gettin very close
They wishin they were scary foes, I riddle em by tearin tropes
Picked it up in Muddy Waters, licked the dirt from off my collar
Swished and, spit it into aqua, sonic lava hocked up
The paradox, flarin hot but words flow hypothermal
Smyth controls a mind so cold that icicles become inferno
Turn mo, Wonky claims into sure quotes, learn so
Much when I double dutch with Nerds Rope
That my lofty brain could prolly make my guile look cool
But pardon me my mic's soakin in a pile of drool
Slaps in the Attic mouse trappin bitas
Cats who doubt get doused in Saliva
Get doused in Saliva
Slaps in the Attic mouse trappin bitas
Cats who doubt get doused in Saliva
Get doused in Saliva
You're bumpin Spore Attic
You'd better be bumpin it in one of those damn mini vans just like Smyth does
Very Illaquips style... Peace
Excuse me as I ramble til I get jaw cancer
Or til I got the local legacy of Rod Anders, nah
Imma ram-bull like two open range animals
That haven't won a title since pre-Cold Vein Cannibal
You stand on throne, but not for how ya story told
Ya fans just can't see who sucks, a glory hole
Mass marketing is mad alarming but my nifty crew
Is passin cats who wackin off to rap memes, Jiffy Lube
Their well-oiled machine might be coiled in the scene
But these flossy warriors Adonal Foyle'd their dreams
Yo I'm broilin green beans keenly every three meals
Commit flying guillotine, routinely clean wheels and the
Fiend be, easily ahead of the curve
David Ortiz in '04 at endin a curse
Hock a loogie on my batting gloves and pop-pop stick em
Ooooh spit em, ha ha ha spit em
Slaps in the Attic mouse trappin bitas
Cats who doubt get doused in Saliva
Get doused in Saliva
Slaps in the Attic mouse trappin bitas
Cats who doubt get doused in Saliva
Get doused in Saliva
Readin while I'm dumpin then retreatin to my dungeon
If you creepin then I'm punkin I be eatin pinkish onions
Sleepin through ya function or leavin like it nothin
I'll throw my own condonin those who hope I let the funk spin
Itch's in ya area, kickin the hysteria
I shiver the stereo, Whip and Nene that's Hilario's
I slither like a Gyarados, got fishes gettin very close
They wishin they were scary foes, I riddle em by tearin tropes
Picked it up in Muddy Waters, licked the dirt from off my collar
Swished and, spit it into aqua, sonic lava hocked up
The paradox, flarin hot but words flow hypothermal
Smyth controls a mind so cold that icicles become inferno
Turn mo, Wonky claims into sure quotes, learn so
Much when I double dutch with Nerds Rope
That my lofty brain could prolly make my guile look cool
But pardon me my mic's soakin in a pile of drool
Slaps in the Attic mouse trappin bitas
Cats who doubt get doused in Saliva
Get doused in Saliva
Slaps in the Attic mouse trappin bitas
Cats who doubt get doused in Saliva
Get doused in Saliva
Writer: Spencer Smyth
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid