Cam Meekins - Organic Food lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah I'm comin' with flows sweeter than flapjacks Facts when I blast raps these rappers take catnaps Lying how they have stacks my syntax is crispy custard That Lamp City tee on my back lookin' crispy custom Mad flustered f** the game it's so ruptured Fifteen f** my spleen was so ruptured Nineteen f** your dreams I want buster numbers When I f** stay bustin' nuts f** split ends up like f** it's crusted Throw water on my raps but I still won't rust I never grow old or fade out or pick up dust So I trust that my album gon' blow the f** up like Woah! I'm in the zone f** Popo we rollin' up just to go and f** with the ozone I'm writin' poems chillin' with Janet She ask me "Will you eat the p**y up?" I ask her if it's organic And I'm sure that my words offensive I spent mad time on this sh** hence f**ing up friendships Suspense for the free p cent donations I'm tweetin' Lamp City sh**, and I'm on vacation They never wanna see me on top like everybody else Made it in the basement though a loner by my f**in' self Don't f** with anybody 'less you hear me sayin' it I'm sprayin' it, rappers playin' games arcadin' it Stay a b**h, f** your raps you're not sayin' sh** Peep the f**in' concepts on my album 'for you say a diss Said many times but I'll say this sh** again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends It's Lamp City b**h Yeah