MAYDAY! MAYDAY!

[Verse: Term K]
Yo, these kids want the raw?
Stay patient, I'm on it
Drop shit like Mitt Romney's dog on vacation
A bit groggy, all the way faded
Term hit the stage like "get rowdy y'all"
And they ain't listening
They say I suck
Golf balls through a garden hose
Down to the particle
Nose all full of carpet dope
Sharpened notes
Fart into a parking cone
Y'all would find more heart within a artichoke
Inebriated stepson with a deviated septum
Half these cats' rhymes sound like they squeezed 'em out they rectum
Wrecked 'em? Nearly killed 'em
Call me Elvis
They notify the public when the fuck I leave the building to my one-uppers
Muck runners
Gun lovers
Sud chuggers
Blood cutters
Bud puffers
Shuffling my feet just to suckle at the teat
I rummage through a heap of trash for something I could eat
Bump another key and then I bumble like a bee
Got my foot inside my mouth, so I mumble when I speak
Ass to the gas, stash underneath the seat
We gun it like Ryan Dunn in a Porsche GT3
Hundred mile steeze with a dutch between his teeth
Term pop the clutch and leave some rubber in the street
Guzzle antifreeze hand full of barbiturates
I'm hard hittin' spittin' chawed carcinogens
Cigar splittin' with his thumbnail
Bizarre liquid in my pants yo I'm calling a slug trail
You get low, we stay high like McDunnough
Like that old blues record, the one that skipped
Whoop you when I wanna
When I wanna
When I wanna
When I wanna
These kids belong to bebe
Knee deep in feces, it's easy to vacate
Please clean your plate
Please keep a straight face
Read between the frequencies and wavelengths
I'm screaming "Mayday! Mayday!"
We need the payday
In Laymen's terms, Term lays men on they backs in a casket
My natural reaction to wackness
Travel faster than a lancer in battle
Like a cattle rancher
Until I see cheese, we raise stakes
Cause all I got is some Spooky Language
Produced by Nate Kiz y'all
Cop the EP on May 8th!