They smother man in the mother land
Couple 4s for an 8 span, shoot something I'm the son of sam
Got something on the underhand
I just fucked up my rhyme damn this wasn't planned
This wasn’t planned
They smother man in the mother land
This wasn’t planned
My uncle snoop doesn’t count it by the fuckin the gram
I got my coupe impounded I’m the running man
Problem with me same as your exam
Gonna turn me to a mutant like an x-man
Not like the cards Im dealt, need another hand
That's a small market cap, its a hundred grand
The hunted lamb gets hung like damp clothes
Just don’t wonder why its hot as summer jam
If you think you Hollywood go and find it out
I be quick to no bitches like Simon Cowell
Try to control mind that's govern-ment
No aliens, your kids get abducted quick
Now this is planet earth here can you fuck with it
No you can't so shut you're better off and shut your lips
You couldn’t think and you dumb you bitch
I couldn’t think of a dumber bitch
They smother man in the mother land
Couple 4s for an 8 span, shoot something I'm the son of sam
Got something on the underhand
I just fucked up my rhyme damn this wasn't planned
This wasn’t planned
They smother man in the mother land
This wasn’t planned
My augury says you thought of me
When that's opposite in actuality
I traded gout for geniality
I got em scouting me at a model gallery for a girl who take after me
The weed amount on me is about a an ounce
If you wanna come and see, you can get flewed out to me
Airborne like allergies
And I lack toes but I'm bout my cheese
Cause I'm still puffin on something like Happy Feet
It's a cold world I been fishing out the ice hole
It's Yung Schnooty, I'm efficient when on my own
I been sleeping in a coffin like I'm Lennon
And I'll probably get shot like a legend
Liar sounds like lawyer, allegations oh my
I'm already in heaven, how'd I get so high?
VIP to the ER
Feels like I got bit on my blindspot
Feels like I am on a see-saw
Cause I still see low or what she thought
Or it go over your head and the beat off
Timing ain't right, it ain't quarter past three nah
Her hair from the behind it look like a beehive
And I'm buzzed and wonderering when she gonna be off
Your new man just ain't Schnooty, I changed routine
Still after the same beauty, you know her name truly
You always played noobie, I never date groupies
Sticking to the meal plan, she blow me like a real fan
Think you coming on Schnooty bitch piss off
I don't spit soft, the breath technique like Wim Hof
Smoke a Schnooty in the car wash then I rinse off
The wins shield me and they wipe ya so check out the drip y'all
Ice Hole was written by Yung Schnooty.
Yung Schnooty released Ice Hole on Sat Nov 28 2020.