EZEKEY - Namek FM lyrics

(You are now listening to Namek FM) What these n***as talkin' 'bout? I've been spittin' this stank like I'm eatin' sauerkraut In the south with some gold in my mouth And a house with a couch and a b**h on it, quiet as a mouse Cheesestick crumbs on her blouse Bumpin' Faust Arp on ca**ette tape Knees bent, counting these duckets, gettin' doused by badets full of Perrier in LA Layin' on a lion fur, gettin' laid Gettin' paid in suede shoes, I can't lose New b**h with a tattoo on her a** too Gas mask, I eat it fast, this snafu's now on Snapchat, my fap bank, and Redtube Dead dudes with lead holes, I can't keep my eyes closed Slide it low with the lock down Loud frowns, tight clowns, bloody nightgowns Dim-litted town full of dimwits searchin' for a brown cow How now, my eyes burn, my lighter went rogue, now I wear Locs I got a hot nurse, though, and she like Baroque Pop And she got post that I got this broke co*k She handed me the pot and said, "Boo, you need to get in the hammock... ...I've never seen a n***a smoke this much green since Namek" n***as poppin' n***as on the daily, think they got them rabies k** a n***a's lady for the payment, bulletproof Mercedes At the AM/PM 'cause I hit her in the DM I was beamin' out the Bimmer 'fore I even f**in' seen 'em I done tucked the plastic reaper in the seater Shoot a n***a twice, watch him bleedin' by the liter And a needle in a n***a arm got me in the cotton Why my n***a k** himself? Why nobody stop him? Clompin' in the muddy waters where them n***as dump your daughter Brother, sister, mother, wish they would've took my f**in' father Bloody Nikes and Harry Potter gla**es, I was grabbin' a**es on the avenue where she's takin' pole dancin' cla**es Watermelon Arizona and a ROM of Castlevania on the iPhone, gettin' dome, watchin' Wrestlemania, uh... That's a hell of a night, screaming, "Oh Amygdala, you a hell of a dyke" Eating deli, doing celibate right I'll sell the tape and buy cases of some real Dirty Sprite You in my sights, Lord Sizzle signing off, good night But first I'd like to say what it do to n***as I went to school with f** you and you, ya fat b**h Think you safe on the computer, but it's people like you that answer why there's school shooters I've been sniffin' up glue, you made a n***a turn blue Da ba de, da ba die, hope you would f**in' die Then I drop out the sky Eyes open up to Namek with a head full of panic and my blood on the granite and a body in the hammock Why?