Ski Mask The Slump God —Dr. Suess

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Текст Ski Mask The Slump God —Dr. Suess

Yuh, yuh
Lit my cig’ in this bitch
Shoutout to Kurt Cobain
Haha, yuh (Slice ain’t even, Slice ain’t even)
Slice ain’t even got no license for that file
Ayy, ayy, let’s go
Yuh, let’s go
Bitch, let’s go

Like I’m Puss in Boots, I’m always with the switchblade
And like I’m Dr. Seuss, I’m stayin’ with them damn things
Mean your banana could get fried, you a plantain
That mean your head-top could get bust, you is champagne
I’m in that water, caught the scurvy, need a tangerine
I’m in the cut, I did him dirty, need a Band-Aid
About to blow, give me a second, I’m a hand grenade
They sleep on me, I’m Freddy Krueger in some Gucci frames

Must crush them, dust
We badman, never in a rush
Why they follow us? (Ayy, ayy-ayy) Make fuss (Ayy, ayy-ayy)
‘Cause my flow infectious, can almost hear the puss
Said we must crush them, dust (Yeah, yeah)
We badman, never in a rush (Yeah, yeah)
Why they follow us? Make fuss (Yeah, yuh)
‘Cause my flow infectious, can almost hear the puss (Huh)

This ain’t the matrix, bitch, I think I’m in the nexus
She thought I was from Houston ’cause everything is bigger in Texas
They on my meat, they think she sweet like a Big Texas
You copy me, you parakeet, you are my breakfast
I know your pockets underfed, they anorexic
I’m so misunderstood, my character perplexin’
I’m like a bad experience, teach you a lesson
And my appearance caught delirious affections

Must crush them, dust
We badman, never in a rush
Why they follow us? (Ayy, ayy-ayy) Make fuss (Ayy, ayy-ayy)
‘Cause my flow infectious, can almost hear the puss
Said we must crush them, dust (Yeah, yeah)
We badman, never in a rush (Yeah, yeah)
Why they follow us? Make fuss (Yeah, yuh)
‘Cause my flow infectious, can almost hear the puss (Huh)

I’m in the wild and I’m tough, I’m elephant tusk
It’s been a while, life it’s tough, that shit lookin’ buff
Go for a while, like [?], I’m a blessed child
They criticize ’cause I’m toxic, yes, I’m human bile
They pull up Iggy, I-O-U, like a human file
Hate the fact that I am absorbent, I’m a human tile
They are my children I aborted, do I go to Hell?
I’m in that Tom Ford, I afford it, I got money now

Must crush them, dust (Yuh)
We badman, never in a rush (Yuh)
Why they follow us? (Ayy) Make fuss
‘Cause my flow infectious, can almost hear the-