Flying Lotus - Trippy Shrooms lyrics

[Verse 1: Vonnie Cardigans] Sweet synonyms, kitchen is black cinnamon Salty ni*ggas that sinning and spitting these black sentences Send these ni*ggas back to the back like Sega Genesis After the fact of the prepositional menaces Under your door lurking like 2nd Ember, the Arsonist Coughing up Arsenic, element of your politics Talking triangles, these ni*ggas ruling your parliaments Little parasites with these pair of eyes watching all of you Finnin' to, take out my di*ck so I'm F*cking all of them Little poetic rapper, he flowing like an artisan Posted at the beacons of hell to paint all the arts of sin Young aithiest into Heaven, breaking them carcusses Grab a sword, have a sword fight with Hitler's officers Offer the, spot to the n***as in part of Tarturus Have a first fight with the George Washington followers Watch him fall again and I'm prominent so they faultering Assasinate Lincoln and blame it on sea walruses I'm from the deep sea but them nig*gas on the (fa)- surfaces 3rd eye deeper than Scoffing at all conservatives who put a bit of poison In that food before they serve a dish [Hook: Vonnie Cardigans] Consider me a GOD bi*tch Even though I'm just another (little) stupid myth || (x3) [Verse 2: Vonnie Cardigans] Stupid afomism, as*ses catch him after dinner Bumping Earl Sweatshirt, MF DOOM with a tad a vemon Me Duane Frazier in back drinking Dr.Pepper like Tyler Landell got smacked for providing pressure Little n***as come up spitting like the birdy essence Try to test him, with the extra sh*t, dirty estrogen Tell these organisms organ playing from an octopus Octi-pot and get it, high as monsters that be stalking us Ripping corn stalks, I know its corny because I talk alot Star in the fu*ckin space, thought I was an astronaut Chilling with Repunzel and I'm story in "Ass-Alot" Crashing cars, burning all the trucks into the parking lot Swisher said its quicker than a ni*ga trying park a spot Fresh of the Leonards talking learning like he Amistad Early on the molitov pissing all of the teachers off I'm writing poetry, they can't understand where my meaning falls I'm too complex for these ni*ggas To, know the meaning, my own generation so stupid They k**ing all of us Looking bleak, turning hazardous [Ending Hook: Vonnie Cardigans] Consider me a GOD bi*tch Even though I'm just another little stupid myth... Consider me a GOD bi*tch