Trapopicana

I’m swimming, can you see the spotlight shimmering
Busy in my dizzy on that limerick
Hit that big world on the head, yeah, I piss on it
Everybody is so serious – hissy fit!
I like to look at bitches in the office block
Across the street they bubble in the trouble of the biggest boss
I make myself my own boss all the time
Keep my face clean and my shoes tied shiny
1 - 2- 3 – 4 – 1 – 2- 3 – 4 – shitheads say we lickin’
The b-beat is b
The b-beat, the b-beat, the b-beat is hot
Satellite swishin’ with a lazy drop
Five fucker fizzy on the fee
Gonе sprinting to the sea
Gonna see if they papa got G
Littlе apple rot, gee
Then they be complete
With the soul in the middle for the Papillion breed
Little clap, aeon creeps to the demonic dreams
Where I turn into a liquid and then melt into the seas
Will I be complete with my unjust deeds
Will I comply when I die and then turn into a tree?
Sippin’ on UmBungo
Clue’s in the congo
Slippery leper clapping pit-a pat-a ‘pon a bongo
Feast of the jungle
Big fat mango
Chomp me down, like to gag on it like a dumbo
Electronic little bung-hole moves into a samba motion and I beat him down
Don’t you ruckus a commotion
Liquor love, liquor notion
Then our hips unlock in a clockwise motion