Anton Lovely - Old Master lyrics

[Verse 1: Anton Lovely] The water breaks from a cold snowflake Out comes the heat A baby Jees(Jesus) Now call a priest, he was in awe He pa**ed the weed and the sherman And tweeted in need of holy water I got her wet, f**ed around in Sahara Acting like my own father Coward never did bother Watch me grow! (Aah!) Watch me go far (Far!) Kicking rocks, mountains Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum! Faster than F1 Scarfed down my food like a bum His clothing is in the soup his style sums up dollar signs To feel what eating gets you From a fetus to a star Wishing he could withdraw But the inks low, aah! Michelangelo with crayola! Moulding this paper Jump of my dick like i be holding your b**h Yeah she owe me, origami Her optics were kamikaze With her head she's the bomb And the genius of one Spruce wood from the secude, her body juiced! Music make me rap hard I worke to long For a grandfather clock, can you keep up? (No!) Not even a freshman yet this Adolescent up theres fish coming stay singlay' (single) I got b**hes on my buddy' And that was the hook Move like I'm shook, but aim straight out the hood Obviously, looking for hunnid' milly' f**ing with your Topanga sh** I can't blame her But she blames it on the liquor Revenge is bitter But victory tastes sweeter if you know how to eat! If you give a f** from your palm, don't Repeat every night like prom with a cold a** dime Ass had me like BLOW! WOAH! I followed the shark tale Next night, I kissed a koi [Bridge: Jimy Powers] We bring the friends to the lions den Frolic & play in the garden when Adam & Eve bit the apple can We throw our sins in the lions den? Back then [Verse 2: Jimy Powers] Four scores ago back then when you witnessed Hippies in a house, hooligans & the misfits Met this chick with a quartz & a wishlist Our fort crumbled down, the alliance has ended Gold, digging graves, Old, ticking days Clocked in, Cotton picking slaves, Aye! Sing! Bomaye! Kiss two lips Clay Make her float like a bu*terfly, Otherwise sting her like a bee honey Sweet sweet honey, Who puckers up when she sees that receipt? Honey! Bunch of old folks with deep thought, weak speech & bodies Taught me, live life almighty When my wings finna' bloom? the angels are acting naughty Rouge on her lips, elegant, sips Bacardi Honey s**le pucker up, poke her face in a loft Three floors in my tomb King Tut's out the coffin Let's trade him for Michael Jackson World's easiest transaction, hands clapping Fans fainting Dali paintings, Art master The canvas lies beneath They paint when blood is on the dance floor1 Moon walking on a crimson moon bend a spoon pastor! [Bridge: Jimy Powers] Pray! Pray! Preach! Long walks on a beach contemplating religion First place at the fair, pretty blue ribbon But life ain't fair in the first place is it? [Outro: Jimy Powers] Follow your dreams & you just stay hidden X6