Tempura

Long hair, don't care Bitch, I don't give a fuck Open me up in a new window Talking about that bong sharing Lawn chair chilling in the kitchen Scrim is whipping up the dope while I'm playing Nintendo Slit my lymph node 59 stay in the dark Fuck the lime light Bitch, that's my kinfolk Been throwed since '94 Dick throwed a little bit to the left til' I find the right hoe, oh Really though I hate when corny motherfuckers say they got a sick flow Sounded like Carl Winslow Bitch, I'm spitting Dead Snow That's a good movie We can watch it, we can fuck and then you can go to bed, hoe Bitch, turn off the lights I can still see the glow Keep it up and Ima take you home Crib like an igloo, bitch That's why the call me Yung $now, oh It's that young pharaoh blowing on that Sarah Sparrow Eyes looking narrow Sipping lean with a sombrero Rio de Janeiro paint on my fucking Chevy Riding around with a bitch that looks like Lil' Debbie Now tell me what you know Young Vincent Van Goh Lil' John Macenroe Put the blade to my throat It's that $uicide My manic depressive and gun on the dresser mind state The psycho professor The demon possessor but never the lesser, soul mate In a grey state Watch me raise the crime rate Welcome to Hell's gates, bitch I'm that flaming dragon Seven heads and draped in satin Speaking tongues in Latin Young death, Lil' famine