Andrew Tuller - L.D. lyrics

[Verse 1: Adrian] Trust deja vu; in pro-choice, truly, just two doughboys in a hoopty Two black hoodies, the bearers of bad news; presidents is dead, eulogy in all their tunes Saran wraps expand with grand slaps against grain, of 100 proof fame A Mexican't, browner than 'Chente with melanin, lessening downers with aguardiente to the melon And keeps tracks that bring grief back, fat chance, hat dance til ceramics crack Breathe brief when j**els drop, elementary MCs leave when school's taught Talk of paper held, a staple among the game, won part-time chips in a weirdo fade, gone stabbin it His paradigm shift of frito lay's, non fattening; did with devilish grin and saucy attire A second wind and a flew of ghostwriters, BLBP relieve slumbers Valley peakin em, the f**ing beats bu*ter; the cordial cannibal stomachs rappers And topples capital till sudden Casper; ruckus been to spark wicks if his hobby pay Facts with hard hits till concrete gave; arose off No Doz, with aching pedals A taking to flex metal, set to distress kettles; tied that funky noose up for some double dutch Wind up on the f**ing news dubbed “to trouble lunch” [Interlude] [Verse 2: Andrew] Gritty like a snuff film I Run laps in your mental till you dizzy giving f**s will Never be itinerary ordinary until Oh hell rhymes precise like William Tell prime like fishcale My lines entail wise saliva too fuego I'd say it's best to lay low less you tryna cop a halo I stab the pad, my craft commands the syntax of sycophants A cla** act who's lacking tact who riverdance on your hippocamp' Droppin gems on em that stem from Redrum, a godsend, depend on me like an iron lung Silver tongue, eloquent sentiments heavenly rhetoric Penning this sh** for the hell of it even the prose is poetic If my rhymes were a paintbrush I could paint the landscape lush Or write the type of sh** that'd make Caligula blush Like a handsome devil, f** a charming man Lemme get my hands on your mammary glands, I know I know you can't stand me When I spit ignorant, flow illiterate Know my belligerence is always deliberate I'm the epitome of Public Enemy MCs test me get dead like chivalry Dead like liberty, no sympathy for scenery cause I gotta cop that C.R.E.A.M Plot that scheme, braggadocio manifesto my foes fold and clap slow When I tote tomes prone to cop thrones and mad dough Spit poems that strip b**h cliques to bones Gnash mandibles with habits of Hannibal n***as try and step but sh** ain't practical B.L.B.P will bloom we won't stop till a f**ing swan song croon Though d**h might loom I'll live on in the tunes Imma die lookin fly, with Legitimate Droogs L.D [Outro] Yo! Hold up! Time out! Time out! Y'all take a chill! You need to cool that sh** out! And that's the double truth