Sunny Side Up

[Verse 1: Trellion]
Yo, boo-ya, what you gonna do now? It's Trell and Sniff
Pen the script hella sick, yeah you get the gist
We're back on our grizzly, racking up whiskies
Corpse-like, rattling six feet
You dig me? (Get it?) Yeah, I know you do
You wanna be me, yeah, I know you do
You wanna see me, but that could never happen
Think you're stepping to this, yeah whatever faggot (Faggot)

[Verse 2: Sniff] (Then known as K-Verse)
Yo, money I forever blag it
But I never have it, shouts to Trevor Francis
Fed your chick my dick like she was Tеra Patrick
And we was at it all night like some еffing rabbits
Yeah you make a few beats but I'm just better at it
Beat your wife up, unload the Stella while you
Have a spliff, package sniff that I sell to addicts
Large sums but it's far from a healthy habit

[Verse 3: Trellion]
Shit
I ain't done though still, check this out
It's the Trelly aka Buzz Killington
Ayo little rappers blagging that their crew's rhymes are tough
But honestly I couldn't give two flying fucks
You're a wannabe, get back to shoeshining dunks
Join the monastery, I hope you get abused by a monk
Shit, I'm sorry, G, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings (No)
But nothing you've ever made was ever worth releasing
I pen a verse releasing the essence of dopeness
With a mic I'm like Felix caressing a goldfish

[Verse 4: Sniff]
Yo man I'm fucking sick of this dole shit
But if you haven't noticed my click is ferocious
With the quotage, plus I'm upping my dosage
But I ain't shaved in weeks so I'm looking like Moses
Titanic, you're just a drip in the ocean
Your crew's static, just like the pictures you pose in
Picture this, your chick fucking licking my scrotum
Okay

[Outro]