DVS - True Blood lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi] This feast, the meanest, please slurp the penis Each verse he means it, on the scene on some Queens sh** Dreams big but my surroundings are small I don't really like my surroundings at all I hate New York, Queens is a dump Can't get a real job you gotta pee in a cup See me I'm what's up, I'm the flyest Mami, getting sloppy eyes like the flyest hobby My eye is dry, and the sky is wobbly You couldn't f** with me, that's that Gandhi I'm bugging out, world really got me tripping Alizé sippin', hoes I trick 'em like magicians Pathetic and stupid, but one with the loop kid Do what a group did, but I'm not a group I'm a Person, I'm a cool guy, very cool, fly, never sweat Look nice in every sweater I get, please s** my dick Baby SS, please so do it [Verse 2: Lakutis] Lakutis, lupus, ill sick, toothless In jacuzzi's with three Mila Kunis's You, you couldn't see me like the Buddha b**h Loud suit with this, I'll show you how to do this sh** You shut your yap and blow a bubble like you Harpo Groucho, gla**es, mustache I make, plus cash, how so You may ask, ho's I parade they a** You lay await they a**, rugs that's Arabian A baby from the 80's, man, damn I'ma ladies man And k** rappers call me Tombstone Pizza Pierre I, live in the air, you Couldn't be there with my priceless heirlooms Statue of ices there dude, look at it before I peace You out like ne'er do-hairdo's, who do? you do I do, icle icle, I nay What the f** did I say? What the f**? [Verse 3: DVS] Up live on a fine line between God and the devil I arrive in a luxury mine car, park on my level The tragedy partially my fault, Exodus coming The end of the work's a small job, text me your budget Blanka but skinnier, the demon sleeps inside the Basilica BBG and DV peep the Affinity church People that recently reaching where they speak with a million ears Lingo, play bingo, 'til really we there (still church) See I'm like Hammurabi doing Pagliacci Think I'm clowning' then you bound to get found in a bag of bodies For manicotti to anything on the plate it probably Actually am famished, but you ain't catching me acting sloppy You saw the pasta? they plot on your lasagna And make sure that you boiling hot for their ? The threat is mine or I know that my sh** is holy Got my posse on Broadway trying to rig a Tony You now in orbit with a fellow beyond you Celibate Bill Bellamy's better be warned So eat sh**, s** dick, go to jail in Sri Lanka Sincerely yours signed the rap Jello Biafra