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Domo Genesis

Creepshow

 

Creepshow

(album: Facade Records - 2018)


[IDK:]
I might just pull up on your bitch for the hell of it
Speaking of hell I told my past I was celibate
But celebrated last night after fucking a bad dike
She rode my dick until she lost a wheel just like a bad bike
Pray 'cause that ain't God like (God like)
I smell pussy, you niggas Ja like
And I don't mean the DMV talk I mean a nigga with the Cookie Monster sound bite
Which nobody accepted that his singing didn't sound right
He's still a legend though
Is Ashanti still fine or is she very, very old?
You never fucking know
Some women age like J.Lo or age like Whoopie Gold, again you never fucking know
So I'ma keep it on my toes and never wife no ho
Jump on my stick like a motherfucking pogo
This shit that I spit could drench the fucking ozone
They don't get it, they don't get it
They motherfucking dodos
I'm with my nigga Domo, he's more West Coast than lo-lo
Sitting on 64's
He got like 64 reasons to give you lyrical fo-fo
I'm in an M-Beam, a normal Beamer is a no-no
You say you got a foreign, but your foreign is a Volvo

[Domo Genesis:]
This is what you fucking like, shit I keep you up at night
This is what you wanted right?
Never in your fucking life
I'm scared off of no shit talking
[?] choping your wig I got that slick talking
Get your fucking skin crawling
'Til death, destined to live
Have to revenge often
My heart black as a lit cig, the wrist flick killing all in spite
Of a nigga just on some sick shit
I scrambled all of my life on some Michael Vick shit
I fled prolly tryna keep the Feds off me
Taking to they head like I'm trying date a zombie
Looking half dead in the telly lobby
But I tell 'em don't you put that fucking evil on me Ricky Bobby
I'm a fucking fright-fair, a walking nightmare
Don't you ever go to sleep, bitch, I'm coming right there
Energy is different, feel it in the night air
I'm a dirty motherfucker in some ugly Nike Airs, like

[Chip tha Ripper:]
Somebody watching every minute
I can feel somebody watching every minute
Every minute, ever minute, every minute, every minute
Walking to my car feeling timid
I think there's something looking at me every minute
Every minute, ever minute, every minute, every minute

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