Krookie Monstur - Boogiemen lyrics

[Verse 1:Krookie Monstur] Aw, Krookie Monstur have to be Rockin with the C-R-O-W-D Whoopsi daisy's Pushing up daisy's on female emcee's Get to be the bumblebee Cat's tryna f** with me Me go Loopty Loop Change up the troop Get the scoop I gotta be the ice cream too Ooh so cold when They get the ball And so appalled The beat is like they have to be a fume Oh God Fill yah NOS Tryna gonna a lil faster Uh Oh Have to f** with the little ba*tard The first muthaf**a Seems like I was just a bubba Bubba smokin Looks like I'm holdin More shrimp in my hands than scampi Oops, Cat's tryna talk about me Well, scam Gee You cats tryna talk about thee Epitome, I have to be K, double O, K-I-E And I leave with a falseto, HA! [Verse 1:RodiMiS] Back to vacation Back to the shade sh** Back to faces Turn my back to faces Gaze them, Make them Paper chase this Summertime is naked Skys grazing Styles amazing Cla**y tasting Tryna be wine Playing the raisin Makin tongue bathing Music being the lady Good music Studio bedroom doings [Verse 2: Krookie Monstur] Monstur, Drama Poppa called yah Samurai on another track I never lost Pretty obvious Rip to cop Cop to stop Stop to drop I drop Swishers Swallow liquor Only forget y'all n***as Hangover with the paper tatted How'd that happen? Flow to bashful Rhymes seen happiness Boogiemen the beat We crept from underneath [Verse 2: RodiMiS] Sun Tzu, Amin, and Hitler Getcha no cool, without appearance of a n***a Riches together, bound and closed Hold my courts Judge capone Don with the clothes hold my own Mob when they don't show Don't go Near my future reference My message preys over predators Praying to stay together Hail Mary full of dignity My enemy can lay deep Blessed are the closest Soldier losing blood to pop culture Vocals holding a super nova Hold Up Letting in show like cold shoulders [Verse 3: Krookie Monstur] Get yah pencil Commence flow Stick foes sh** flows to mint Kinfolks Vocals to rick roll Tosh.O commentates my video Can't see my yo See we glow Underneath the beat bro Breathe slow Crackin with the steamroll Breathe, and inhale are weed smoke [Verse 3: RodiMiS] Tutankhamun, and mean mocking Royalty for me Pressure fits X-MAS stockings Y'all keep talking And walking, into offices, y'all keep barking Play the b**h At least walk yourself Your used to it What y'all say Tryna be in your sh** You ain't the toilet You can't fit this They watch supreme Change like it has to come to me So supreme, Diana Ross emcees Seems like I gotta go for mine You gotta go for yours I need my sk**s to enjoy Ain't nobody to endorse