Woody Pond - Whiskey lyrics

[Intro] A chess match Thomas? Yeah, I'll be black (Like my soul) So I go first then? Yeah, I'll be going last Oh let's leave this bottle here And every time one of us loses a piece We take a shot of whiskey Get ready to black out (Backwoods) [Verse 1 (DJO)] When we tie With a Thai chick Hit her with the high kick She told me she liked dick Guess I'm motherf**in' psychic The flow froze over like an ice rink Hit you with that 4-bar Then another I ain't in a foreign car, that's my f**in' brother Nuclear engineer that man is I stashed the best sounds where Batman lives 'Cause you f**ers ain't worthy My weed earthy I speak wordy Reach 30 My D hurting The chick get thirsty I see her searching I start to flirting Forget her first name Uh Yo girl post that p**y like a model She had my D rose like Chicago Listening to FlyLo While I'm on a rhino How the f** I'm such a G? How the f** should I know? Need to balance for these chems like stoichiometry I call these b**hes bad Like I'm practicing misogyny All this green I'm burning must be bad for the economy Get the whole world high as f** off my honesty Checkmate [Bridge] f**, f**! Fu – Are you sure? Look at your king, b**h Yeah, well – Stop, stop, 'cause I'm hungry Draw your blade Ah, you wanna fence, f*ggot? To the d**h? But first let's drink a gla** of this What is this concoction? Absinthe Let's make things a little interesting [Verse 2 (Woody Pond)] (Pawn DG) (Live Dirty) You might've had me there But now you will be absent Swordplay while we're gone off absinthe High up in the [?] of Aspen In the background You lightly hear some old Michael Jackson I don't do that [?] When it gets down to it I'm not pa**ing Hotbox Open up the door look like a fog machine When you in the wild Boy you don't know who the dogs'll be The savages We only ship havoc in our packages Reading pa**ages Out a Doctor false practices Palaces of mattresses Like we own a superstore Performin' for some super sores I'm super bored She's super short Stupid how I choose the courts Girls like apples bruised to core I just ask them use the door I'm used to scores [?] Dude I gotta do the chore Body beats Body rappers I might have you k** yourself (Whoop) Like a body snatcher RC Music (Haha) Y'all some copy catters Woody f**ing Pond I guess he's all that matters Dodge and parry My fencing sk**s are scary And b**h I'm very near a merry career I mean I'm barely here This absinthe working its magic This sword fight might end tragic If I die drop my body off in traffic That's it If I die drop my body off in traffic That's it If I die drop my body off in traffic That's it If I die drop my body off in traffic That's it Yeah Yeah Yeah If I die drop my body off in traffic That's it That's it If I die drop my body off in traffic That's it If I die drop my body off in traffic, traffic, traffic That's it That's it Drop my body off in traffic That's it Drop my body off in traffic That's it That's it If I die If I die If I die If I die Drop my body off in traffic That's it