Bleached Frog Skin

Intro:

Ahhh, sent to Summer Camp, the cyanide, been hittin' that molasses, you know, don't-don't look at me, man, please, yeah, you know, it's-it's not about me, man, yo, ayooo, yo

Verse:

I'mma Ace Ventura on some bitch (What?)
Use my hands to make her ass talk some shit (Yes)
You think I'm corny, it's just the awkwardness
Your neck will look like like a slot machine the way the hook's stuck in
I don't talk tough shit (Nah)
My pen hittin' the pad is like when the street and the chalk touchin'
From tryna cloud chase Cthulhu, I'm where the llama sit
Nuns should get the name and mine's synonymous
I skin rappеrs through the vane and makin' Prada kicks
Dead bloatеd body in the sun, I pop a lotta shit
Bar sunnin' walruses
Recorded this fallin' on my swordlet spit, for the sport
Plasma port from wrist, over Japanese porcelain
Snortin' Mindy like Mork on a fading star orbitin'
The birth terra naked, first contact
Dirt insemination, confirmed levitation
I pull out organs like, church renovations
Umm, who brom? the nerd
Pledge as a member, come and learn
Rap's not dead, 90% of you sunk it's worth
When the sky blackens and my stomach hurt
Might tongue the dirt
I pluck volcano shell with chunks o' Earth
Writtens lead uses ash piles dumped from herbs
Planets expunged and turned, tundrees no sun will burn (No)
Whole tribe lit off, the fumble firm
Psychoactive funnel surf (Wow)
My summer kit line up dope bricks Skorpion logo bundles served
Yeah (yes), I smell cologne, who's pussy? (What?)
My brain playin' Hooky, I wanna see work
What's goodie? (What's good?)
This coke drip, the good leak (Wow)
Book sheets shoody
If you could see my real persona
It's hominid skin of kush leaves
Blood oozin' out where sweat should be