Cue - Tobasco Rasco lyrics

[Intro] (Discreet) Hahaha This is my motha f**ing like fifth try on this sh** I'm too high for this sh** I'm rolling weed, and I'm getting high and I'm doing a bunch of sh** Tobasco Rasco, motha f**ing beginnings [Verse 1] (Discreet) Ayo Cut off that intuition Through all the crying and b**hing Thoughts recorded and spitting rhymes Keep me mathematically divisioned Rotisserie is my chicken, cabbage is my mission Devoted while I'm sipping Standing but I'm still tripping Diamond gear luggage repented Twisted by my muggage Trying to keep clean, deceased I am not My parenthesis is pot Laid low, cruising through the lot I always give all that I got Might repeat if you put me on the spot Shot up and caught Flowing h**n veins, rushing blood clots Straight from my tube sock Authentic vans drilling the cement rock Oh sh**, would you look at the clock? Derek show these f*ggots what it takes to make your dick hard knock [Verse 2] (RayD) One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, five Holy sh** I missed 4:20 last night Gotta make up time so I hold the gla** tight Then I put it to my mouth like your girls a**, right? Haha, can I get a Hail Mary? I'm laying down the cable, someone go and tell Larry Even though he's hilarious I can't bear it I represent CAN, f** Ameri- Cans we get along? I like sharing my bong But that's not what you light cause you throw me a bomb Who the f**, you Saddam? How 'bout a face palm Ye, a cla**ic old fight, not the stupid napalms Hey mom, why are peeps so angry? She just rea**ures me that at least they won't hang me So go ahead and bang me for showing off my slang See my words are in your mouth as its slowly getting tangy [Verse 3] (Cue) Actual tactical rational magical act a fool I bottle a genie, you finally see me, I'm acting cool You shouldn't or couldn't or wouldn't of tried to be one of me I'm running and gunning and punning and honey make fun of me Stutter me suddenly, hug me but can't even stomach me I'm busting a nut, your muffin, my gut I called you s*ut and after the honey thing I called you a bumble bee I'm causing a racket and making the numbers combine inside of the bracket I'm a winner with her chicken dinner, sauce is the paint thinner Only got a couple bucks, I'm saying great dinner Ye, great dinner Her tummy ain't full but I'm bound to put something in her Ye, snap a finger, make a fire, can you hear me now? The rhymes are hot and the flames are reaching to the crowd Gotta try harder if you wanna be the one to crown I go hard, the sh** I spit is diarrhea brown Ask around, I fall and k** it like the season For no reason, call it treason, flow is fresh for febreezin' And I'm leaving you in dust Took the motto from America cause in God we trust Ahh, trust a boy!