Blak Tea Scrape

Intro:

Toadmilk, good evening folks, and a hardy welcome to our drive-in theater, we've a wonderful evening's entertainment lined up for you, one that will provide several hours of pleasurable relaxation and diversion for you and your family, get your favorite dress up for tonight's show, no type, no certain slacks, a house stress, well don't give it a thought, we're glad you came as you are, we just want you to enjoy yourselves

Verse:

I was an acid block peddler
Roll up on the spot type, the cypher block wrecker (Yo)
Like Pete Rock, I first got my samples off of my Pop's records
I got the fire arm in 90 like Jeff Hostetler
These blunts casted, I'm lifted like Pun's casket
Forget jail (fuck that), fuck classes
Westchester Psychiatric Center I spent months at it
Snortin' Gloria, I got fertilizer bombs stashed in Lemuria
I left my arrhythmic heart in hyperborea, psh
Barrel in my mouth, lick shot (Lick shots!)
This isn't Hip-Hop, I actually rap like (uh), for holidays in a gift shop
Okay, bad joke, tough crowd
Studio under police surveillance, that's why this song will be bugged out
Each song drained the blood ounce
Fake school trip, no bus route
These new kids dread the stage like Duck Down
You put podi on the Gaza Gang in Nairobi
Up in psych centers spazzin', splittin' jackets, like Matt Foley (AHHHH!)
I'm barely livin' life (Huh?)
Catch me behind the blood bank, with my teeth purple like I was sippin' wine
The weed Kermit skin, cookin' hardboiled bar servant skins
Burn a witch, fuck it, burn a bridge
I'm a young Bundy in Burlington (hi!)
Jake LaMotta, I punch like I don't deserve to live
Fuckin' assholes...

Outro:

Don't forget to visit our refreshment center during the information or any time, you'll love the tastery of snacks we have to offer, so will the youngsters, everything is quality and hmmm, so good