GYOZA

[Intro]
(Bounce, bounce)

[Chorus: Blckbrd]
Got yo' face between my teeth like Doro
Woah, that's smoke, not gyoza
I'm the bull, they throw red sheet like toro
Push like a bulldozer
Put that offer on the table, I'ma mull it over
Used to dump shit out the window when they pulled us over
This shit just composure
Homies slang like Feech
On that Robert Loggia
Said we cool, think that's a reach
Boy, I barely know ya
Y'all inspect like OSHA
Y'all insects like roaches
Insurrection foment
I print art like docents
I crease all my forces
I just buy new cokе ones

[Verse 1: Blckbrd]
Crack a cold one, I mean my knucklеs
When I fly, gotta check my duffel
I go baked through TSA, so I'm still wrecked when that seatbelt buckle
Done dyin', I don’t need that shovel
Bark match bite, I don't like no muzzle
I been lookin' over my shoulder often
I'm liable to pull muscles
Gun for a head like Juzo Inui
New shoes, she give me top, no ZZ
Some my dudes tote a roll, no Ghibli
Big head, been said y'all on chibi
Careful, it could fall off
Fuckhead funkos gettin popped off
Y'all gon' fall in line, it's kafkaesque
You imagined friends like fosters
Dead like lobsters
Once the water start boilin'
Employment served up a la carte
Ain't no weapon against me prosper
Daylight long for dark
What I touch blow up
I got bombs for arms
Real friends backstab
As often ours
Is my coffin art?
Don't look my way, that's how problems start
Watch the column fall
You don't got the heart

[Chorus: Blckbrd]
Got yo' face between my teeth like Doro
Woah, that's smoke, not gyoza
I'm the bull, they throw red sheet like toro
Push like a bulldozer
Put that offer on the table, I'ma mull it over
Used to dump shit out the window when they pulled us over
This shit just composure
Homies slang like Feech
On that Robert Loggia
Said we cool, think that's a reach
Boy, I barely know ya
Y'all inspect like OSHA
Y'all insects like roaches
Insurrection foment
I print art like docents
I crease all my forces
I just buy new coke ones

[Verse 2: outsiderX]
Empty fuckin' body walkin'
Dippin' like I hit the option
BP droppin', heart be stoppin'
Sacrificial premonition
Catacombs, where I'm from
Always fuckin' cold
Now my brains growin' mold
Rip the skin off of my bones
Think there's something deep inside me that's been eating at my soup
I'm like Jeffrey Dahmer, bury all these bodies in my lawn