Don - Milk lyrics

[Verse 1: Julian Marshall] Please stop asking to see my plans cause I'm f**ing done I'm staying in my room I need some Vitamin D and some Sun Hand a bladder to a pasture ask where all the doubters from I'll break them done to dust without a punch just cause swag and fun Anger to the third degree cause I can never find the sum I'm making matters worse until America is full of bums People think I'm different which is good but kinda dumb Because they're crying while lying to lions I'm the rising son Let your mom tell us who can f**ing last longer I'm the rap starter, bad baller, FloWolf swag's father Need friends, I'm f**ing starving, I need to barter A couple that I had but know longer like your daughter If you come up to me just ask if it's comforting To here these different thoughts because I like to rap not to sing I've tried about everything but it's funny I act stupidly Because I'm pretty smart but I act kind of nervously Intelligence is high but unknown so it's never seen I'm sky high I think I'll die so please have sympathy Get up out the crib cause you're acting like a baby I'm in the sewers chirping soon in skyscraper's maybe [Verse 2: The Don] Imma splitter splatter eat some eggs snort some powder for an hour then I shower showing off my Irish power Ladies flower fowler then a bunch of nazi hoes and my bro's got Flow never heard of now you know Gonna scritcha scratcha batcha snatch and down the hatch and breaking rules and breaking fools who run up acting just like tools Tools which I use to fix up my Subbie and rudely tell your girlfriend to s** my dick then she screwed me f** with the cats we're starting to meow annoyingly little brother swaggin' out Holding down the legacy Which I drive 55 rollin' down Main Street Dover NH at Mickey D's that's where I'll be an*lytical political lyrical monster tearing down your house murder rents now you are a foster And the home for imaginary kinda hairy more then scary larry sippin' on some f**ing dairy Thats Milk, a** milk, ask Wilt, I'm like silk and my flow is so f**ing cold you'll need about 15 quilts Spit my game and talk my sh** puff the cheeb then i split Recommit, I hit fit I hit brit clit but it smelt like sh** Swaggin' out like Brad Pitt hard to admit isn't it Imma go hard and bombard these bars while I'm winning this sh** ace low face card Front yard porch swinging rappin' sh** not singin' J. M. is Charlie Sheen tiger blood and he'll keep winning