Albacore

Intro:

Rock it, man, put that shit on, let's roll like this, man, it's raining outside, mad foggy, dead birds outside, early summer, green water

Verse:

Yo, yo, it's hard to swallow like laudanums
Shockin' all like an electric chair audience
Punch like the buggy, they last saw me in
Walk down on ghosts givin' soul checks
Pull a piece out on the lane and walk the soul check
Johnny with No Scope next (yoo!) takin' an E
Back in the day that was a Rolex, yo, whaaaa....
Funerals lookin' like Tiki Tay polarity
Identities try split bi-polarity
Do droppin' vials filled with clarity (Wow)
Photo blasts up in my calories
No Bennies, just weed hits
A rudist, stemmies and Twizzers
Sizzle like Cherry Pepsi and Lean Fizz, Dexies in pieces
Vagous casino lizard tap, trip sitter staff
Drums get cut, in the chop Gizzard shag
Shroom crumbs in the beard, that's a wizard stash
Sippin' my shins, dippin' on the pig spitter pad (Hey)
Not Upstate but from the NY outskirts
Headphones and mic like, Marv Albert
Razor in my pockets for the crowd surf
Out nerds, I'm out, where fans wanna be pals first (Nah)
Progresso next, off-tops golden like Destro's head
Cookin' for the dead walkin' like a death row chef
You ain't had a show go right, until I said go left
You ain't had a show go right until I said go left
Fanatics keep me in a tip cup
KC in a trip bus, in a tippee with a ripped stub
Bars steamy when they whipped up
Broken down, lookin' like ET when it's zipped up
Smoke a whole beat scene from a hiccup (Fire)
Wowzers and dummies
Sloth for power and money
White powder turn bloody
Overskill a coward and gun me
I'm not out of the country
Born not far from Manhattan like a hour in twenty
I write rando and got the whitest Reeboks
What does that gotta do with the price of heroin in a China tea shop?

Outro:

Run that back, bro, hold up, man, run that back, hahahaha, run that back, man!