John Taffer

[Verse 1: Lungs]
Everything for the taking
The custy head-butt the Chrysler
Building 'til the foundations breaking
I’m in your town with tapes, I’m tryna pound pavement
Rappers hit me up for tracks without a down payment
Idiotic statements
The plug put you in an ancient mound for chronic lateness
Fans showing candid hatred for the shit you stay making
I’m in the stu', I wrote until my hands shaking with the most unstableness
We was under the burnt ground doing art until they paid for shit
Rappers need a pay stub from Avirex
Microwave a cake from the cake boss and put your face in it with no aiming
I wasted two pound of gold leaf shavings
Shorty getting six figures a month from government consultation
I paid a custy to throw an original Xbox console at the consulate of every nation
Broke teeth and lukewarm cases, holy defacement
Roll a whole leaf and put two 8ths in
Custy paranoid, walking down an empty street and said the police chased him
Assault Chef Ramsey for the pierogi placement
With no hope of surviving
The plug's kid flew a plane at age 7 with no co-pilot
Rappers in old foams, outside it’s -5 minus
Shorty in no clothes on a stolen profile on the verge of resigning
Custy on a girl's trip to the Galapagos Islands
I got booked international and had to walk from NY to the shore of Ireland

[Verse 2: Micheal Christmas]
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[Verse 3: Phiik]
Nimble, symbol of good luck with the candlestick
Every time, nomb ticks
But you ain’t got the right one
Rappers sound like a bunch of meth-heads farting
Don’t get me started
Your sob story devoids and dies when everybody starving
Competition turkey, get to carving
I throw my jersey in the rafters of the garden
And come back after like "I beg your pardon?"
Fiber with the carbon
Enough drive, I got car sick
Smart enough to know they tryna pull strings without guitar picks
Bring in the best, it’s 5 on 1 like I'm John Wick
Jack ain’t
I disconnect wires
Admire words that come out my right lung
Come correct, I’ll die in Denver like Buffalo Bill
It’s always ugly motherfuckers talkin' 'bout if looks could kill
And I ain’t willing to drop dead
Medication for the face
At pace when every piggy just want they slop fed
Goofies rocking mock necks (Uh)
This shock value from now 'til end times like a goldfish vs. Loch Ness
You around us making noise, it got the block pressed
Still bound to what I found in my brain, and I’m not stressed