Hellfyre Club - Barbs Over Breakfast Scones lyrics

[Intro] (Barbs over) breakfast scones (Barbs over) breakfast scones (Barbs over) breakfast scones (Barbs over) breakfast scones (Barbs over) breakfast scones (Barbs over) breakfast scones (Barbs over) breakfast scones (Barbs over) breakfast scones Ayo, what the f** is this? (?) Let's go Hellfyre Club Hellfyre Club [Verse 1] Lie, decrease my ventricle Eat the peach of my special ho Bleaching sheets with an X and O While we breathe deep while flexible Your cheat-sheet's unethical, homie Decrease your decibel My team's deep in dressing robes Going "Hee hee" at your present goals You eat your crescent rolls With cheese wiz in your flesh folds Seek deep in your section codes Because you didn't do well in the exit polls Not me, n***a, boy's straight I can land hoes like "Ahoy Mate!" But I feel that after the noise game Free Spink rethink Tolstoy's take Hot topic at the water cooler Rich n***as, they're on to the movers Like entrepreneurs Store fronts gettin' foreclosed and poured O's in Morse code Turned the whole Southland Art exhibit Making murals from a thousand outstanding parking tickets [Bridge] Through the 90's I stepped in poo-poo I think the Headsman stepped in Fubu Girls wanna let me inspect their juice b**bs My n***as call me Desmond Tu-Tu [Verse 2] Reborn in an online forum Pull me out of the egg yolk I am a synthetic life form So I'm gonna go rob a stage coach Or the dude with the hip With my stick Go naked under a rain coat Gold in the cusp, it's social injustice As my advocate scapegoat I really wanna go hard in the paint Better go dishearten And the painting red hardens Since I was eighteen Eating peanut bu*ter sandwiches And the baked beans On my lunch break (?) speed My f** face Potential buyers gettin' cup-caked Open mouths gettin' ducktaped Oh [Hook] I praise the style Like a gemstone Cause it feels like Barbs over breakfast scones Breakfast scones Barbs over breakfast scones Breakfast scones Barbs over sh** That style you got Is from a rest home Large sh** Barbs over breakfast scones Breakfast scones [Verse 3] No corporate endorsements, just door splits re-enabling lives Dwarfs with horse whips makin' you force quit Abelton Live I tickle the name on the skies And I'm able to wonderprize Minimize Bible covers like it was casual Friday on a nude beach Don't keep it ridic army I throw ditch parties through the school week And at the pitch meeting, I get artsy tout de suite Hellfyre Club (?) galavanting through the high speed zone So any motherf**ers that I dethrone, gets a ice cream cone And his idea thrown [Verse 4] This ain't my high rise and leave light-headed My go-go juice is a diuretic Take the sound, my face a life sentence You lookin' to get a high attendance You got a bigger following, you're so grown Better make it appear in the Euro zone My ideas are the biggest threat to national security that the federal bureau's known I am the sh**, man You are just sh** Turn up the low end up on the sub mix Ya'll n***as don't know what it encompa** Ya'll n***as hate girls, so you punch tits We handed out those dietary supplements Any time you hit us with a double-click Other rappers complain that their muscled pinched Feedin' off the label's supple tit But I pull all the party pranks Top frontin' like Barney frank When I'm off that Bacardi drank [Verse 5] Handed my people a limited-edition rigor (?) Guatemala (?) in the middle era Actin' like a pistoleer, but I know (?) that's crystal clear Every n***a's literal, stop all the horseplay Married to the rap game, you're a divorcée Liquefied audience turnin' into sorbet in Norway, it's a forté But, as I get older, my complexion It's like that of pork belly skin And over time, public policy becomes more Orwellian Hold up, let's start over My stream plays ain't prepaid So whenever your mouth's like sleep aids I'm bargin' through police raids Sweltering in this Los Angeles heat wave And I'm comin' to your house, homie, I just got keys made Yeah [Outro] P.P. for my pressure zone, so the C.P. is your second home So you made feces from a (?) Soundin' like Chief Keef on the metronome So the beasties like breakfast scones Do this on your own time P.P. for my pressure zone, so the C.P. is your second home So you made feces from a (?) Soundin' like Chief Keef on the metronome So the beasties like breakfast scones (Oh snap, Driver You're interrupting cellphone service You delineating the timeline You, f**in'... You promptin' premature births, man Hellfyre)