Bosco The Flacko - \_(,_,)_\Turd Eye/_(,_,)_/ lyrics

[Intro: Flexasaurus Rex] MY THIRD EYE OPEN LIKE TIEN b*tch POP A MOLLY AND I AINT EVEN SWEATIN b*tch COUNT RACKULA I COUNT RACKS LIKE A TITTIE DOCTA BOUGHT TO BRING THE RICE OUT LIKE IM PLAYIN COOKIN MAMA WE DON'T fu*k WITH WHONNAY JANGS THAT'S FOR fu*kBOIS THEM BOYS SUSPECT THEY PROLLY fu*k BOIS BLOW RACKS AT MCDONALDS, MAKE IT WORK b*tch EASTSIDE TEXAS. DALLAS AND FORT WORTH b*tch [Verse 1:Lamesun] Pour a 40 oz for Canibus' career and never paid homage since I'm on a f**ing boat smoking tree bark with Action f**ing Bronson Nothing rhymes with Bronson shout out to my n***a Action Bronson b**hes love me on facebook, snapchat and twitter Can't forget the instagram my shoulders stay bitter I conquer f**ing dragons in the fourth dimension of the earth Slapping b**hes back and forth but I've been doing this since birth 5 stacks of motherf**ing IQ in less than two weeks [Verse 2: BBDS aka ﾐ(o*･ω･)ﾉ] Rap game Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott Leave you lifeless, like you're laying on a cot Better yet, RG Tracy Mor', bustin' 30 rocks Bosco's still in the alley s**in' dirty co*ks Rhymes so hard, they'll leave your 3rd eye broken Chakraz busted, bleeding, STEEZed out in the open It's like i'm Fidel the way I work these cartels Like Kid Cudi, I take multiple L's [Verse 3:Lemson] Snorted a whole avocado, now I'm f**in' flyin' Got me sittin' on the toilet for 2 hours, feel likes I'm f**in' dyin' Got more eyes open than a cyclop orgy Victorious in life, now I just need to f** Torry I ghostwritten verses while wearing ghost mittens On that next level, I don't need women, I got ghost tittehs Ask how many chicks I got and it's OVER 9000 Ask how many dicks BBDS s**ed and it's OVER 9000 Gettin head from Patches O'Houlihan on a ski lift 69ing 69 girls, tag teaming with Bobby Flay and Regis [Verse Infinity: Bosco_The_Flacko AKA Max B] Jamaican with the accent, I got tree eyes n***a, all I see is weed, and ya girl's bee hive Smoking til we fly Hoes hop on my ride So much f**ing DMT, I can make my dreams high I don't know sh** about deep so thought, f** this track I go deep in ya moms a** crack Puff, Puff, pa** that My third eye hidden under these stacks... f** this sh**, I'm only spitting 9 bars Free Max B [Verse 4:Dyaz] Uh, Respect Game or Expect Flames, this is cla**ic Dyaz, punk Rocking with the homie Lemson, we be coming with that furry funk We have science together, together with Ariana and Justice Cause you know when we rap about love asphyxiations it's just us No one else, cause nobody has what we have, connections Flowing through our body like a bu*terfly with affections For the beautiful nature that surrounds us, and the world So go ahead, and fly with us to the mesmerizing flower's whorl [Verse 5:Teebird aka Mr:"My third eye actually is dolan"] Boom bap raps coming straight out of my knapsack Got 22 for bustin a .38 out of the 50 Cadillac Times was hard, times is hard as a matter of fact Keep my third eye eloping, keep my third leg strokin' Keep my momma's back broken I used to pump packs with fours in Elohim dreams that bust straight out of the seam Of the DNA that drips from the blood of the regime Now heads busted at the bottom of the guillotine You're motherf**ers are just sheepish Trying to make your wool into goat's milk Then trying to make goat's milk into gold spill My worth is far from from workless f** a b**h in the armpit I'm slurpin' If you were to pair up with eye You are likely to catch cataracts Call me the Pastor's Dad, no blasts… [Verse 6:Algernon] I got that third eye, what you lookin at You're shooting sideways looks, call that a crooked gat I got stars and rainbows, The More You Know I'm ultraviolent in ultraviolet k**ing this indigo My syndicate is stellar launching nuclear mental propellers To propel your mind to somewhere better than you've ever been Loose with the flow like a life kick from a victim Who the noose won't let go clinging on to the soul Feel the rapture caught up in the commotion of it Meditation gave me a harp and wings to float up above it Singing hell yeah, and f** em if they're right Paying homage to the pop hit that burned the last light Of my affinity for divinity I can't see the new side Just a roll of dirty bills on my last car ride Don't divide me, you'll never subdue my conscience I'm either speaking the truth or a whole lot of nonesense [Verse 6.5:Bosco The Flacko] Verse 7: [OJSimpson_phD] b**hes showin' skin like a zombie apocalypse When I flip, leave all the competition with slit wrists Her hips, lips meet dick. Surprised to f**ing fit- I admit, I tend to pa** the fifth like a snitch Son, that's word to mother, leave brothers dead in a gutter My flows slicker than bu*ter, for every syllable uttered I'm adding chips to the clutter. You busy tryna mutter? Did I stutter? I don't breathe on a track, I f**ing smother When I spit, it's a d**h sentence, like monster AIDS Contemplate suicide, it serve as ya Great Escape Heaven's Gate: we glimpse you tryna front in God's face Best debase these rumours that your flow from outer space Screaming that you got beef, but I want that cow too With my 4x2, I leave the minds of men slew ‘Nother dime like j**, another line like daily news I approve of dudes finally accepting that they lose [Verse 8: M'Balls] My thurd eye open, whuddup [Verse 9: n***a Berry] Ya know, we all got that third eye Even if its not found yet, dont be a shy guy Referencing Mario like its my f**in' job If you ain't bout this Nigel life s** on my corn cob Also, I just bought a furby This motherf**er is yellow like my turdies Only sometimes that is, normally its just my piss And I'm not one to diss, just like to sit back and coast Shoutout to Jams ‘cause I like it on my toast [Verse Rel: SilkyJohnson aka Supa Dupa Jesus aka f** Jams] Me and the Jams connect, guess I'm peanut bu*ter Whip out a verse in a jiff, peanut bu*ter Nah, can't even hit you with THAT peanut bu*ter Mr. Planters chilling on that land of lakes Peanut bu*ter top hat, monocle, astronomical Dome, dick big enough to make da Hubble shake Bubble jakes like Kirby in his bubble hat Poppin pussies like bubble rap Yo sh** full of hot air–that bubble rap You f**ing with the Silkiest Johnson Leave yo a**hole wider than Action Bronson See, sh** rhymes with Bronson, ain't orange Jams stop rapping, you rhyme as well as orange Slam your head into a door hinge, then watch me and Maboo Do what we do, scrapping like scrappy doo Start f**ing a b**h and Beyonce ask “me too?”