Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary, not to mention, a phenomenal grasp of grammar, and a superlative command of syntax

Spooky Languauge

Produced by Nate Kiz

Palmer Squares

You know what it is

We take it back to glass bottles in the Coke machine

Every time I take a breath, I'm converting oxygen to propylene

In the bathroom, door locked with a decoder ring

I pop a dozen Dopamine and wash 'em down with Ovaltine

Its thaumaturgy when I drop a verse

Stalker lurking in the yard with binoculars, and I ain't watching birds

Not a person that could stop me

When I get the urge to dodge a car full of officers and dart with your mama's purse

I'm not normal

But isn't normal just a question of what you're most often exposed to?

In that case, normal's Zoloft and a cold brew

Finna doze off in a closed coffin

Yo, I told you I'm an opprobrious miscreant

Dopey and ignorant

Throwing a hissy fit

But nobody gives a shit

Cold as a witch's tit

Cold as a Mr. Pibb

Cold as the shoulder one looks over to pistol whip

Gettin' lit, we sniff blow cut with a pixie stick

Coronas and whiskey, I go from sober to tipsy quick

Acumental studies notes on arithmetic

A pro at linguistics, I can vocally split your wig

Yo, we cause the global climate to rise

While most stay blind to the lies, I keep my eye on the prize

Like Cyclops lookin' hard at Ty Cobb's rookie card

High Tops hoodie and my iPod's fully charged

That's what I'm talking about

Spooky language

I'm running off at the mouth

Spooky language

The gum flapping, tongue lashing crackas

Wrapping a dutch, yappin'

Spooky language

Allow me to speak next, loud as a T-Rex

Hell's bells, I'm a hound dog with three heads surrounded by demons

Breathing heavily, I could never be beaten

Sing the sweetest melody, call me the heavenly heathen

You can find my name farthest up the roster

'Cause the parlance I be droppin's hot enough to strip the varnish off a locker

We harness all the power imaginable to tower

An amateur flow impostor starring opposite Madeleine Stowe

When my vernacular bursts I leave the trash at the curbside

The world's got a patch on its third eye

We hit the block and the plot to your story twists

On top, never coming off, call me Morrie's wigs

Trying to move from nameless to the A-list (Spooky language)

The type of crew you need a noose to hang with

Truly dangerous

Hotboxin' Studebakers

Watch my hoopty shape shift into a lunar spaceship

Super 8 shit

I'ma crash into the pavement (Crash)

Turn your fast hand into a sprained wrist

Losing my faith in the game, tryna stay grizzly (Grr)

You can call me Rudy Gay in the paint bitch

Another late night feeding the Mogwais

Eager to watch the new season of Mob Wives

Making hits with Nathan Kiz

Waking up the neighbor's kids

Yeah, they see how spooky my language is

That's what I'm talking about

Spooky language

We running off at the mouth

Spooky language

The gum flapping

Tongue lashing crackas

Wrapping a dutch, yappin'

Spooky language

I best warn y'all to back up

'Less you wanna get your flesh torn by the shrapnel (Damn, shut up)

Fruity ass rappers is oranges and apples

The grown up rascal, not warm, I'm Tobasco

My babe, she a big bitch, way beyond blue ox

Vain journalistic, maybe I'm Lou Dobbs

Term's stewing beef, craving on goulash

Pockets on E, haters on stugots

Jazz hands, scat man, flaming hot doo-wop

Cheesy ass rappers, y'all cake the fondue pot

Who got the herb? Knock, do not disturb

Been dead and resurrected, stop

2Pac Shakur

I guess, what can I say that ain't been said before? (Nothing)

If you ain't a predator y'all should head for shore

We set sail straight forward

Don't be thrown by the red tail, hay fork, and devil horns, yo

Nevermore, nevermore, Edgar Allen Flow

Term K settle scores at the talent show

Rappers going back and forth in a palindrome

I get mechanical, and leave a gasket blown

Back fo' mo' and I'm at yo do' (Open up)

Volcanic flow, turn you to ash and stone like the Krakatoa

Fresh as a breath of air

Y'all better get it clear

I'm debonair on some Fred Astaire (Oh)

That's what I'm talking about

Spooky language

I'm running off at the mouth

Spooky language

The gum flapping

Tongue lashing crackas

Wrapping a dutch, yappin'

Spooky language

They're trying to scare and control primitive people