Tell Them

(EP)
Doppelganga, part strangler, half sodomite
The groggy white black pack fat body type
Shoddy right handed, uppercase pen swipe
Soil his depends in front his friends late night
The dicey fellow frail all lethal pen a sloppy scroll
Spicy yellow tail, miso, and a maki roll
Vastly stroll, don't ask me bout a ghastly troll
And lastly get rhinoplasty you nasty ho
I'm actually cold, bold and in the know
Perhaps he scolds cause old is vintage soul
A timid bro on the go with vivid flow
Within the show sniffing snow and friggin blow
I'm grinning so when I'm shittin I can barf heaving
A sharp heathen dropping shart on this dark evening
Stark deviant, apart from the art's medium
Hark back to E and them, both of them can...

(Hook)

(Matter ov Fact)
Doppelganga, the post grad, gross lads
Rocking dirty specs with old mold behind the nose pad
So sad, before he can spell entire name
Brain has more lines than autocad wireframe
In condo's sip Mondo's insane
Leaving a lot of slain, John Doe's and Jane's
Rocking black cloaks like poncho's in rain
Don't say the name of the head honchos in vain
Cause going against the grain, remarking with dag shrugs
Like walking barefoot through a hotel shag rug
Mad bugged, to do so must be a tad drugged
Yo either that or truly blessed with an open tap, chug
Guaranteed the next shot is heaved
The zigga should've kept it more realistic like a modest weave
You're never hearing the Adonis peaved
For he was trained to strike emotion without wearing it upon his sleeve

(Hook)