Caroline Records - Pumpkin Patch lyrics

(Mack) Rollin wit my carry on Packed the van soccer mom Caroline records look us up .edu it's the bomb Soon as i wake up She's ga**ed wit her up a** up But not yet let me get up Oh it's Karen hey whats up Got One condom guess were sharin Droppin gold bars like a Persian prince Tagged yo crib with CR prints Hotboxin with the tints Notice I'm rappin in present tense Constantly giftin my presence A little bit under the influence Goofy like a circus act Carrying lighter fluid and a lit match We're burnin down your cabin shack We're tight, yall slack Caroline records please respect Bra** nuckle checks to the back of the neck Fat beats more lethal than cardiac arrest Yo max pa** the crack So I can get the courage To bend the girl over And f** her right below her a** crack Too dirty and too flirty I don't see the big deal She just wanted me to hit til she squealed Caroline records is dropping bangers Were chugging yall sippin I've only been getting cuz first things first Been rippin Call up the boys get em in the kitchen No ride hitchin just a soaking cat gettin Skateboard flippin group of 4 kids trippin Stein stays steady on the beat Cuts sharper than Michael Myers through the sheets I'm dropping bars and raising hell From the bottom of a well with a quill and an oil well Here's max watch out or he will Confront you trump slump and dump you off Screaming f** off to the cops Smokin pops and drinking vodka Hi my name is Rikaloff You won't find resolve So much experience I might evolve Take this pill and pray to God it dissolves Caroline records b**h Joe coffee is all up in it Stein and me are watching with Max As Joey pounds a handicapped Old senile women Wearing a knit cap He's an animal Not abandonable Wearing green crocks joe coffee f**s til her heart stops "Oh f** Joey the women's dead. Let's go take some pops" If you hate my personality Go call the cops Don't ever try to f**in come at us when that beat drops Coming from the bottom But I'm Rollin tops Deeper in this sh** than f**ing bedrock Caroline Records just like Pop rocks We Got the best socks Call us professors at the school of hard knocks Its Max and Mack Call us the pumpkin patch (Kriegzus) Kriegzus is here to spit some rhymes I'd just got back from f**ing a dime Give me sec to catch my breath I'm out grindin on that meth I'm phenomenal at rap So good we're on the map Yes it's a fact that we trap While you taking a nap Yo b**h is licking my sack Why yes we're living large The aforementioned b**h is Marge I f** her free of charge Huffin and puffin on a barge Safe to say that we're in charge Always yelling Caroline Records We'll jump yo a** call it checkers Came all the way from Btown to spit Been dreamin about this since back in the clit Well meow I'm here so don't give me no sh** I'm lit, I'm kinda fit, and I'm way better than Big Krit So why don't y'all go s** on some slit I cook em up like steaks on a platter Aww are you upset hey what's the matter Oh right I just shat on your sorry a** My bad I normally spit with some cla** My raps are enorrrme yours have no ma** I wanna compete I really really do But sadly the only enemy I see is you No offense but that's not much of a test I can see myself easily being the best Not out of my boys of course Cuz as a pack will hit you with a force That'll send you further than the north Whiplash from these tracks back and forth Realin and dealin out the dorm Don't make it hot but pawps are the new norm s**a based b**hes trying to get in the palace Sadly they'd find their friends on my phallus They call me the king of pops I sit on a throne f** the cops In reality my boys take hold Of this rap glory we're about to mold I'm not sure if you've been told Brandon it's time to scold I spit that fire you're ice cold (Mack) I got llamas in my shower Don't you see how f**ing hot I am (Kriegzus) Your sh** isn't getting sold In fact it's kinda old So I think it's time to fold Fortune favors the bold Coming up on the conclusion Accept that you're losing It wasn't your choosing But b**h I'm snoozin You're perusing thru my stuff I'll hit you hard like your moms muff Ouch that was rough I'll ease up If it wasn't enough I'm built ford tough b*tch (Outro) K: Ayo Brandon you finished with that J? M: Here take it I'll roll another anyway K: Puff puff pa** all y'all smell like trash M: We're too much thank you for your sorry a** K: Oh sh** that cut like gla**