Aaron Kyle Andresen - Yo, It's Aero lyrics

Yo Ya know My airflow's Come to narrow Your blood flow like a box of Ho Hoes I'm Triple X No L, though I Own CS:GO ELO Gone Global Gallstones Will break your dick bone But my words slice through to the marrow I am the ca-bah-y-air-oh That Wearo His Sombrero Like a va-care-oh I'm phat like a roll On a fat mole Stuck in a rabbit hole Wanna know How deep it goes? It'll put the scare in your crow I've come to pull The curtain on this show And you're hung like a dope From a rope Of coke No hope But I've come to elope With Lady Gaga Blah blah Not Joe Caldero No I've been down that road, befo' With that Ho So Gimme mo Gimme mo Gimme mo Katy, Britney, and Ellie Oh It's my Celebrity Bordello Press, X Then 1 Go Go Go On my Counter-strike Radio Ladies, swallow My jello I've come to Reap What I'll Sow I know The light is yellow But I won't slow I'll speed up in the snow I want a piece of that a** So I'll light a match Throw it in the gas And watch this mofo Blow Feel the flow? Yes or no I'll bring the dough Hot like a jalapeno Hear this vocal control? Coming through yo stereo? It's like an isotope A radioactive-like glow Mimic Em like Gogo I'm Shining Like Jack Nick-oh Bright even when I'm Six feet below So I'll put an arrow in your knee, not elbow Then skull f** your nose While eating a bowl Of tomatoe Cheerios With Dumbo Cut you up, stick you in the trunk Of a truck I don't own While f**ing Snow White in the back seat With Santa and the Seven Dwarves Singing Hi Triple Ho Off to work I go s** my lumps of coal Till I cream in your mouth And push your lips together like an oreo I just stole Her soul Now she's hallow Like the Pope Full of holes I'm strung out Like a Yo Yo No I'm kidding I don't Dodo Drugs But I'm an Absurd Bird That'd my word I'm a jerk I'm an old soul Like the Werewolf of Bordeaux And his bros Finley D, Jayden E and Oh Won't Eat a crow Just a jar of cookie dough Broke out of d**h row To stomp Po Pos Like a burning piece of Guano In the inferno You can't k** the prophets Ain't no One gunna stop it Heaven's droppin Out of the sky You all gonna die But we gonna fly Away Today Nothing left to say But Oy Vey Hey The divine sage Knows you can feel it You can feel me, but you can't heal me I'm gold, but unholy Steal me And get k**ed, G The Banana you can't Peel See I'm a G-O-D So let's make a deal-eee The hive's Come alive Feel my Jive And Open your mind to My Eye First we were De-Cla**ified Now we're in the open And you're hopin It's just your mom that I'm gropin And not my Mac-10 Thus it begins I'm a sly guy that's come to buy The rights to your possessions Listen to my lessons I'm fessin' up I filled your girlfriend's cup It wasn't luck, but rather Rough I couldn't get enough I leaned back as she s**ed My dick sh** If I took that, she'd probably eat it While I rubbed her clit Like my muses I fused this music with them We're one I think I might be in love They're done and we're Driving my dead dad's V-Dub Beetle To the top of this demon's steeple The space needle I'm doctor Evil And I'm f**in a beagle in the front seat-l That's Seattle without a T and the E culled, am I an eagle? I'm uneagled, er, equaled, living in upheaval But I'm a peaceful regal That lives in an illegal cathedral Christened in Steven Seagull's Fecal