CD Moura - Pletunes lyrics

Published

0 127 0

CD Moura - Pletunes lyrics

[Verse 1] I feel like I can't be beat, stick out like Marcus Camby teeth Bambi see retaliation with talons amp this beat I sit in Ramsay seat, Gordon or Pharaoh I'm an ogre with laryn, -gitis gigantic saliva strands I manage to fry the pan, am I a sham, like sham wow, put your hands down, no questions, less its rhetorical Told the oracle, drink more orange juice, and the who*e with you to gargle more, Vitamin C, see I am anemic, I am bilemic, I am just sick is what I'm really meaning Fasten ya seat belts, or get beat by em like producers Fight to prove it, I'm claustrophobic, inside my skull, it's like a tow truck, automotive mechanics, scan it, from back to front Anecdotes from my panicked lungs, outmanaged the manager, manniquen in ceramic spin in insanity, sandy beaches, with panties on fannies missing I took a pure L so I'm loaded with hand sanitizer, I'm fantasizing, a hand of vicodin, acid I won't advise it, or advertise it, I'm appetizing, on platters lined, with a happy smile, and a crappy frown, I ain't backing down, to Pacquiao, I'd rather binge on gallons, of pina colada, on Cinco de mayo, in Reno Nevada, hold up I put the keys in the Tahoe, you not dope you need a feature to swallow the fact To keep ya mandible in tact, jawing off on rappers who talk crazy, I'm part shady They whine like stomped raisins, or newborn babies You going crazy, you lukewarm, and scuffed get them goons a shoehorn baby, your boots worn out, can't walk a mile, in my style [Hook] Since I was in a onsie mind was in a matricy, tracing this make believe, crayola culture cases sing, no room for complacency, no goons only space to beef, pletunes in lagoons tell the fool its not the place to be [Verse 2] I feel like I can't be beat, like dead poets I cramp defeat, like Charlie horse Molly tossed in Vodka shots, Osh Kosh posh a Pancho monger, in the belly of Sancho Panza, with a bronco stanza, cause my voice is kinda horse watch a donkey conquer, the congo mongrel, it's common knowledge Chicago Barack Obama, I'm profit-able, like Muhammed ali Islamic colonies kamikaze, Dhali lamas so ladi dadi, homie I'm knocking Khali down a peg, the punjabi giant without a leg, up This acid devours can't tone it down with Alka Seltzers I'm compelling this acapella, sprinkled with mozzarella, minus the Rockafella Tainted with delicate psychedelic delis that chopped Gipetto, screwed Pinocchio over dosed the potion of fly repellant, so the helicopter pilot tailing off Don't get ya self involved, I bid the deal is off, I beg to differ dawg, die of salmonella poison The breed of a Punnett Square, I punt it square like Daniel Sepulveda, pulverizing, the coaches eyes, fold the crowd over, they holding them towels bolder, then culprits thats yelling foul vulture I'm outspoken, I'll take yall token, and cash it no Al Roker, dont want it cuz I'll stoke him, bet his diaper bipolar This quite an eye opener, this sprite is spiked soda, in the oven guess I'll roast him, in love with the hot c**a