[Verse 1: IZZY VEGETABLE$]
I'm the black Matt Dillon that's macking on 20 villans
Now that I'm chiling I guess I can start sinning
I can bag her cause she fine
I can f** a dozen dimes and I can still have a girl at home that I'm calling "mine"
Fame came and my lane changed
They asking for my soul, I'm just trying to maintain
Kick game to your b**h like Rick James get drunk and yell "f** yo couch!" like I'm insane
Clown Posse I think I'm illuminati the way that y'all try to stop me my hipsters are k**ers papi. yolo!
I'm singing "Adios"
f**ing inside of the ghost
Cumming inside of her throat
Slapping my dick on her nose
I is, cooler than cool kid, pockets is fatter than chuck inside of the cool kid's
Get bruised ribs when f**ing with loose ends
Split your body in half have you looking like 2 twins
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[Verse 2: IZZY VEGETABLE$]
I'm the black blues brother
That's f**ing with 2 rubbers
After cumming on her covers
She lick it up like it's nothing
Who knew the summer time could be so fine?
So every verse I write shall be divine
I met this girl named summer, ate sushi then f**ed her mother
Went to sleep to dream about money, grammys that I'll be touching
I never got to tell my father that I'm bothered by the fact that we could never dance
Slight change of plans, travel the world and see a dozen bands
Smoke 20 swishers, make it rain on 20 strippers, 20 bottles of liquor
How you original when you sound like him?
How you call yourself a rapper when you don't know rakim?
How you fly when I'm in a game of quidditch?
Bring thunder to your city, grow vegetables out your village
Your girl wet like a n***a then gone swimming and you're mad because she's singing along to my song's n***a
Whoa
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