Chuck Inglish - Double Cheeseburger lyrics

[Verse 1: Domo] Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free Shoot for the sky like a church league, y'all heard me Absurd G, chickens clucking for bird seeds But I gotta apologize, no Greece like Xerxes Won't heat or burn me, I'm the coolest n***a here Usually defecation, now I'm pissing in your ear My tablet is the ratchet and the pistols in the rear I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here Metaphor, chilling with better who*es Smoking then later on, I bone them like Skeletor What would I sell this for, this is free distribution Style, they straight jack it like mental institutions Outfits is ruthless, now your b**h is choosing She floating round winners, now your b**h you losing Yeah, cause I'm the Super Sega Genesis Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little b**h [Verse 2: Wolf Haley] Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip Of my dick, head, meltin' off and let it rip Just like a cannon from the teen in Nick That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette Tyler the Creator invented some new sh** And it's probably from the Illuminati, Nazi descent, so If I give a f**, it's probably from my dick When I'm Cheneyin' your daughter, she's tied up inside a tent, yeah Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang presents We're back like a black b**h's hairline indent The sh** I represent is k**in' n***as and sh** That's why I traded R. Kelly my sister for a new hit I get it crackin' like the lips of a n***a, actor Or a Dahmer when he invited me in for cheese and crackers Just to watch the Grammys, man she's so attractive Now he's mad and tryna run me over out with Gacy's tractor Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green Supreme hats Like I was sponsored up by the f**in' Packers sh**tin' on n***as, my tongue considered a laxative Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like Rihanna lips Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip f** Wolf Gang, f** what? Here let's take a trip Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped My only purpose in life to k** myself up on accident Freshjive, yeah I get it no charge Dick soft as f**, but somehow I go hard Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve Chima Ferguson's bangin', you Ace n***as is Low Card, Wolf Gang [Verse 3: Jasper] n***as rollin' deep, burners pulled out n***as in the street scared Cause I got the burner in the hand~ [Outro: Tyler] That sh** was wack as f** Don't ever rap again in your f**in' life