Private temple hours

[Intro: milo]
Yeah little tricky bugger
Yeah yeah yeah

[Bridge: milo]
Veneration for derelicts accelerating through the doldrums
Gave you my whole self like, "My nigga, that's just my old one"
Fenestration of the giant, yelling, "Ho-hum, ho-hum"
Fenestration of the giant, yelling, "Ho-hum, ho-hum"

[Break: milo]
Two-two, yeah
Two-two, yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse 1: milo]
I be in a pickled petticoat dropping books like Chuck Monsey
Sixteen-bar Rickrolling, beard of Mick Foley
Spit it, slick, coding in a Tennessee Ernie Ford tuxedo
Meat in the peephole
Overcaster of wonder
Open palms, spinning atop rotunda

[Chorus: milo]
Private temple hours, private temple hours
Private, nah, nah, nah
My private temple hours, yeah
In my private temple hours
It's my private temple hours, private temple hours
It's them private temple hours, private temple hours
It's, ugh, private temple hours, private temple hours
Private temple hours
It's my private temple hours, private temple hours

[Verse 2: YOUNGMAN]
Private temple hours, private temple hours
Check out how I get live with mental powers
Yeah, check it!
Youngman in the building like an elevator
And whatever I don't rap well now, I'll tell you later
Youngman in a wigwam like a straw roof
And when I lay down the law, it's the raw truth
Youngman in the house like a foyer
And when I punch Nazi goys, they say, "Oy vey!" Enjoy, hey
That's the first time you got a face full of smarts
Both you and your nose are replaceable parts
White supremacy is the light Jew's frenemy
They'll hire you more often and still kill you eventually
Everything I say is incredibly great
While you steadily hate on anything you didn't make, fakes
I'm top five, dead or alive
While Wi-Fi is your wife and you've lost all your drive
I'm top five dead, alive, or zombie
While you stare with dead eyes at a smartphone you heart more than your mommy
I'm top five dead, alive or immortal while you're all worried about "Oh no is my storage full?"
Don't make eye contact now, it might stunt your growth
You've got a flat face and small mind, and I hunt for both
Youngman in the building like a steel girder
And when I kill with words, it's real murder (Woo!)