Crumb

Intro:

I'm stoned in a glasshouse, man, tough crowds, yo, yoyoyo, yo, uh

Verse 1:

I'mma be on top of Babble as lookout (Ayo!)
Hell's kitchen, Heaven's cookouts
Canvas is bloody like a paper plate on a cookout
Deliver each bar like a deformed baby pushed out
No internet, I'm hackin' off limbs
Put the mic dead-ass in a box like Taxi's coffin
Flow six, slept deep on with bed pee
Pick out your brain, gross
Broke bitch with a wedgie
Fuck sticker pushin'
Burning Man wicker wooden
Rave covens, bullets wheezin' through Wiggins hooded
Motor boat vixen bosoms
I'm stickin' blades into heads like pins in cushions (Yo)

Interlude:

- You are peculiar, you're upside down
- No, you're the one that's upside down
- No, you're upside down
- No I'm not!
- Eden's the one that's upside down, isn't it?

Verse 2:

Yo, yo, they won't catch me, I'm character in the lockers like Brodie (Nah)
The only rappers I look up to is at graves below me (Rset in peace)
I fuck up features like, botox malpractice (Ew!)
Pay me for bars and weed pounds, smuggled in alpacas
Out a Oblong box
I'm the hottest strap out the closet like Robin
In the sticks like the Amish (Yeah)
Cop my artwork, it's bags for fun (Yeah!)
2 minute tracks like, bein' stabbed for one
Freestyle verse for Herbies while herbs converse
Tryin' to throw dirt on a kid like, child murderers (Fuck outta here)
I'll make a gassed diva, off themselves like the leader
Kicked with boxing gloves, tied on to Adidas

Outro:

- John Doe, shot in the head twice, close range, Jane Doe, slight drop, John Doe, knife, 12 year-old girl knifed and shot, they can't figure out what order? in yet, John Doe, Jane Doe, Jane
- Okay