[Verse 1 - Anthony Astronaut]
Shit
Literally spitting things
Ashes [?] schedule on a steady dwindling
Askin' [?] ever
I got chocolate in my puddin', think I'm dodgin' diabetes
Like immediately giving thanks, pullin' an allnighter
I be flossin' by the kitchen sink
Chewin' on some meat, I brush my teeth
But, man the chicken shrank
Can you step it up, get on the beat
'Cus what you spittin' lame
Yuh, I'm wit' my dudes in a room
[?] four corners
I be startin' at entities, energetic hoarders
I stepped out as a ventin' all over my imposter
I'm Italian, carbonara inside my pasta
The way she suckin' my dick, I can tell she got no father
I'm invertin' her vertebrae, I'm eatin' that lobster
She called me monster and then I tossed her off to the doctor
Princess Peach ate a mushroom with a side of some cobbler
I'm smokin' rocks to the point that I'm feelin' like a rasta
Over usage of verbiage, but I've been rappin' proper
And I know I've been healin', but what is real will prosper
5 strings upon a instrument, grip the metal
Put my presence upon her lip and her hips forgettable
I'm playin' tetherball clout wise [?] on a metal pole
Swingin' at everybody, [?], get on my level bro
I got a hot shawty on my top spottie, eatin' my genitals
I got a god compy and elite armies, feels like a general
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