Zac Oracle - Honeys**le lyrics

[Verse] Consider this, it's King Oracle And I'm coming for your larynxes And let me just say, no f**ing way You can prepare for this Try to diss but note my pinky ring's the thing your b**h is kissing Crying in your pillow wondering, "Damn, what am I missing?" I will never sell a track until the price is right b**h I'm Bob Barking louder than the loud that's elevating heights And Saying up for nights, crafting stories, make them sh**s real tight I'm slightly off my rocker, try to dock my pay, you'll meet the price I'm a track star running raps like laps around you dude And who the f** are you to that Pyllar crew, foo? I'm enticing lines to make you f**ing drool While you're using up your options but you're still making us look cool b**h it's Pyllar f**ers chanting us like it's a spelling bee And haters pissed cause we be packing fire, burning down some trees Labels mad cause we be getting bread, though all the tracks are free And rappers in the game acting like Pac dissing on Biggie Like, "Damn why you shoo me?" (Brakka Ka) Dirty, I am verbally Mowing down the crowd of clowns with metaphors galore you see Internal rhymes are present, essentially why you're adoring me And I'm just sitting back, laughing at you dickeats like f** a modesty, I'm honestly getting tired of reality I'm going back to space, explore the galaxies The fallacies of a, of a acid head Floating into the sky Embrace the nebula, embrace the verbal high [Outro] Uhhhh, we're too poor to afford features so..... Smoke weed