[Verse 1]
f** Y'all, misandry
Taller than the Andes
Doubled up the shots like I cut into the past steez
Burned another mix, used tree trunks as LPs
Blue cow like I'm opposite to energy drinks
In my sleep, I reach distances of LSD
Geometric, hectic and I still can't dream
REM, access to what I almost forgot
But it was switched too quick for the police to respond
Unresponsive, I guess that I'm responsible now
For the domestic d** they burned while tripping straight down
Would've helped a bit, If they had both had to work
Instead of holding hands above the stove trying to get burned
But it's
On the list
Trying to hit while a hits out for buying a hit
[Verse 2]
Beat robbing and grave digging at the same damn time
Separated by d**h and well twenty-four years of life
I precede the mic
Move my lips well before the sound reaches you
My names unspeakable at least in present tense
Miguel! What we're you thinking touching Dilla's beats?
Well my producer was stuck in Vietnam
And honestly I was bored
But I started working on it with my hand above the stove
Maybe it would've helped If we had both gotten something to work with
Burnt the first batch of these donuts
No there's nothing wrong with the recipe