Hotplate

If life is a box of chocolates, damn I sure got my pick Cruising on the worn chords of a Megatropolis If you read the synopsis, the read should be redonkulous Blow your fucking mind like, frozen as a Klondike I know, right? So don't play boy!! Who the Hefner you? Tryna be a playboy? She ain't step to you cause she ain't want your name boy So we dismember you, turning red to rain boy Well then, tell your friends I could give a flying Funky rhinoceros octopuses are delish Yep, this is my kinda dish, where da fish? Where da fakes at? Gobble down a billion of dem bitches On a supersonic wave while y'all living so ridiculous Fictitious like you may be a little over-drinking Overthinking what you thinking? She is not the one to play with She will set you up and now you're stuck between two different cages so you're Done, done, done Dubplate Done, done, done Done, done, done Your aim is wasted I ain't mean ta throw it in ya face kidd, now you're Done, done, done So strapped, with a low cap, wanna know how I got this sickness? I jumped into a swimming pool, eccentric as a Kendrick Life is good as it gets, Mr. Jones' interest No stepping on the pedal without the physical fitness Bear witness, Rambo in the Lambo Saddle up the horsepower, travel while we rattle All the windows like a cymbal, assemble every single Individual musical symbol like a synth or signal so you're. Done Dubplate, dub, dub, dub, dub, dubplate Dubplate, dub, dub, dub, dubplate, dubplate Dubplate, dub, dub, dub, dub, dubplate Dubplate, dub, dub, dub, dubplate, dubplate