No Dessert

[Intro: Ferris Blusa]
Yeah
They say it's the voice
I keep on fuckin' hearing it's the voice (Machacha [?])
Guess so

[Verse 1: Ferris Blusa]
See, I'm a chapter writer (Ferris)
Kill 'em all or watch 'em suffer, I'm undecided (I am)
My attention always undivided (Facts)
They was lookin' at the finish, I was runnin' by it, quiet (I was gone)
Never listen to the propaganda (At all)
I get my knowledge from the proper channels (Let's get it)
I was born with the juice, Tropicana (Begun)
Never had to earn stripes (Nah), Mickey Mantle (Boy)
I'm the Gawd, better mind your manners (You better)
Barely tryin', in the booth with sandals (Haha) in a wrinkled flannel (Flannel)
Still in awe, you couldn't hold a candle (You couldn't)
Every vandal gettin' manhandled (Yeah), see, that I can't handle (Yeah)
Uh, water to wine, take a shot for me
All that oppose learn the prophecy
Niggas should be ashamed ('Shamed), this game became a mockery (Dead)
I'm here to bring it back (I am), I should probably get a finder's fee, honestly (That's real shit)
When too much time spent (Too much), hone in the craft, this how ill the rhymes get (Gawd Gawd)
All these rappers think they John Wick (Nah)
Even he got slumped over, run alone over ran over
Bitches love Ferris like they love Sosa (They do)
I need you hands free when you approach us (Hands free), family, not kosha (No)
We did this shit alone, nobody coached us (Nobody)
Hard work (Work), I told my niggas put the Gawd first (Gawd)
Now it's large sums for a small verse (Verse)
You niggas got no fundamentals, all virgins (That's it)
When I got laid off (Off), I made it all workin' (Aha)
I still wear the mask (I do) even up in church (Nigga)
Running from the hearse, final hours, and I'm still pushin' merch
That's the way I work, you niggas even smirk, and I'ma go berserk (I am)
Ain't shit sweet, nigga, no dessert

[Interlude: Shottie]
Aight, let's go, let me get 'em quick, homie
Uh

[Verse 2: Shottie]
Everybody knows you actin' when you say you monstrous (Yeah, we all you know you lyin', homie)
But you ain't really 'bout that action (Nah), and that's my favorite genre (Facts)
You all comedy, save the drama (Save it, homie)
I'm a rated R lady-charmer (Uh), I might aswell be James Bond to your baby mama (I'ma shake it, not stir, baby)
The shit I'm smokin' probably outta Q Branch (Yuh)
All your money pennies, the plug don't accept food stamps (Broke ass)
I'm what happens when you mix boot camp with Wu-Tang (Let's get it)
Oh, you sick too? But you can't compare with flu strand in Wuhan (Can't though)
Brodie need a booster shot (Let's go), steppin' on my turf'll get a booster shot (Ah)
And y'all deserve it too for all that boof you shot (For all that bullshit you sayin', huh?)
It gets worse with every YouTube drop (Trash)
Your family and your best friends tryna plan a intervention to get you to stop (Ya need to listen to your mama, homie)
Fuck the underground, I'm talkin' YouTube stock (Aha)
A long way from money in the tube sock (Big money)
Was scalin' baggies in the shoebox (Aha), a quarter-P vacuum seal (I remember that shit)
One hit'll have you stuck, now you know how a statue feel (The fuck is we even smokin', bro?)
Uh, what is that you feel? (What?), it's greatness (Facts)
You lookin' at a G.O.A.T. and a Gawd, you should be gracious (Woah)
Ain't nothin' grazin', where you think I got my name from? (Tell 'em)
Bin Laden, JFK (Uh-huh) with the same gun (Rah)

[Outro: Shottie]
What's up?