Orgone Duster

Intro:

- It is like, that's the type o' nigga that comes with some shit and shoots shit up, and y'all be taking it lightly like that nigga's a weirdo, (yeah), I told you that last time, this nigga's a weirdo!
- Yeah

2019, 999, flip that shit, you know the deal, ready to talk in this shit, bad vibes, yo

Verse:

I flip, more styles than that dude in Split
Throw fits like angry Tourettes kids with LEGO bricks
This a mass destructive weapon in the wrong hands
It's the pure tan, I'm the burnin' straw man
Lookin' at the lake taking bong hits, bomb shit
Always adorned, with bloody kindergarten palm prints
Burn trees like drug seizures
My music on repeat during drug seizurеs
Boys and emperors, drug Caesars
Thе plug ether, stash spot, stuff speakers
Off the huffy, yo Plex (Plex!) they talkin' bummy (Yo!)
We hit Brandon Lee with a dummy
Johnny get dark and bar out like, It's Always Sunny
My shit Christopher Hitchens slap puppies!
Hot sauce colonic, spittin' hot shit
Punches crack like Ricky Lockridge
In the booth, I'll smoke you out, that's a hippie promise
Split his noggin, that's a shitty omelette
No tellin' what I do in the booth for a grip
Stab a 16 like I ran in a high school with the shiv
I'm soldier's Kelvin coolants in this
Eyes droop with the spliff, sight unique blue with this grip
Moon dipped in piss, a mutant
The coolant drips sick, water the land at shrooms with the safe
I'll sell a CD in a park at the crack sale, rat tail (Wow)
I don't care about a rapper's past tales
I rap for wrinkled up cash and grass bells
For a 16, I get 16 grams of wax mail
Tongue to the tab sells, writin' mad rails
You all get smoked and dropped like a gap fail
My dose got these junkies walk like Narcan
I'm a creep, NARC van, smokin' gas marshland
Lace a burner markman
Then watch your cartoon ghost float up playin' harp strings
Drop drug donkey shit, I'm a dope mule
Sweatin' Ketamine, the pillowcase so through
Rain dance on turpene puddles and crumble voice
My face dead from white resin, jungle boy
These cyphers, shaman centered
Enter battle savage, feather headdress like Tatanka entered
Bomb on mentors, when I record
Fanatics form like Pac fans outside the trauma center
What's a label (what?), pastel
Turn bring to El Paso, I'll be the rapper you cats sold
I slap foam, of these mini casseroles
Tryin' to cast roles to find shit, I'm the asshole