Kirkbride Plan

(альбом: Excerpts Of A Dream I Had - 2022)

Get 'em, so I got 'em
Get 'em, so I got 'em
Get 'em, so I got 'em
Get 'em, so I got 'em
Get 'em, so I got 'em
Get 'em, so I got 'em
Get 'em, so I got 'em
Ain't no problem, ain't no problem

Hoodies on all through summer
Giving out stone-cold stunners
Oh shit, you alive, that's a bummer
Camo Humvee, up top gotta gunner
Coughed up a lung, burn gas like a Hummer (Wait)
Lemme crunch a few numbers
The drop of a pin, wake beasts from a slumber
When I'm downtown, hoes reach for my lumber (Hol' up)

I was just reminded what I rap fo'
We no longer coming through the back door
Uh, uh
Seen your post, but I won't react though
Uh, uh
Couldn't even tell you where I'm at though
Uh, uh
Skin looking green 'bout to upchuck
I ain't politicing wit'cha boy, shut the fuck up
Shaking in ya boots, silly goose, better duck duck
Keep the small talk, not a "Hello" not a "What's up"
Uh, uh

Hooligan the renegade (H.C.)
Roll the window down, let me ventilate
Drop sumn in my lemonade (Bubble up)
Added a chemical to my Minute Maid

Switch flip, 5-0, maniac, pyro
Two close calls in a week, did ya die though?
Fucked in the head, sick pup, no Shiloh
Hitman looking for ya boy, gotta lie low

Who the biggest who the baddest? Chase
Wishlist Zoe Kravitz, hey
Hunnid G's in the attic, ay
I don't want the fame, let 'em have it, ay
Trapeze, acrobatics, ay
Going home to my gadgets, ay
I'ma semi-automatic, spray
Bunny rabbits, going rabid, ay

Skully on incognito
Launching a Mark 48 torpedo
Corleone Don, better run it by Vito
Y'all can settle down, not me though
This is what it's like having holes in your head
Delightfully donate my soul to the dead
Time to wet 'em up, got the hose from the shed
She was showing nothing but devotion in bed, good God

You just brought a knife to a gun fight
I'ma probably melt in the sunlight
When the clock strikes twelve, and it's midnight
You can get away with any crime, if it's done right
You don't wanna know the thoughts that I've been having
Schizo, lotta talks I've been having
The work for the devil won't stop, everlasting
Dreamt I was locked in a box, and it happened

I just hopped out of a grave
No one could hear me, I shouted for days
Nicholson just made it out of the maze
I'm 'bout to chew off the side of your face
I'm singing doo-wop inside of my place
I dwell in hysteria, frenzy, and craze
Trust me I'm never deserving of praise
It's really nothing else for me to say
Nothing else for me to say