AD - Blissfully Blasphemy lyrics

[Hook] Somebody is pulling me close to the ground Nahmasayin'? Somebody is pulling me close to ground Nahmasayin'? Nahmasaying'? [Verse One: Jack Cracker] My head's pounding I don't count on floating in this ocean, they're drowning The blissfully blasphemy this really has to be History actually, whistling past me I've had a clenched fist since I've had a sick bench I act on instinct so I graft my pen's ink To represent things as I see 'em There's peasants and kings no in-between 'em I'm on horse catching dust from your chariot Won't get divorced so I won't be marrying Robin Hoods of their merry men My rotten foot can barely stand But hopping good as I really can Yes I can yes I c-c-can can I plan mad headstands and I can't land I'm a brand new man when my hand's stamp For a band who jams a phat set, but y'all know that Don't feel I need to hold back I won't kneel on my bozack Grow steel Not no bubble gum rapper, no number one Cracker No rumble gun clapper, just something fun at ya [Hook] [Verse Two: AD] I spun on my hat brah Run till I catch cha Aye Dilla Dawg (Can you come any faster?) I'm gonna capture everything I have ta Pa** you a lap with laughter and a hat nudge I can't budge I never pull my pants up Man uck that damn s*ut dancing in the dance club Saying that you handsome Just praying that land something But I'm gonna pay for a little bit of...nothing Turn around shake ya hips let me see something But I will leave you on your a** chick I ain't fronting I just remain puffing No need for handcuffing If I'm f**ing you f**ing because this beeyotch is clucking I know the b**h's husband He's been wondering what happened to the sparks that were thundering Well what happens is she goes low as submarines And gets wet with any king in the mezzanine Aye Dilla kid I'm loving you all But you Benedict's is feminine, tuck in ya balls I've been offended since ya men pretended To send the ending to a surrender that was never mentioned [Hook] [Verse Three: AD] I put my white co*k on your pair of tits And sky rock and I drop for you therapist Cause I rock/Iraq like terrorists I got a share to give of my pot that's staring kids After five shots, you'll barely live There's nothing cheesier than your clique In battles, they go down easier than your chick Stop feeding my dick I'm sick of f**ing, I'm ill and disgusted But the chicks still love it Girl, get with my cousin [Hook]