JUSTLUNA - Flapjacks for dinner lyrics

[Produced by prismatic parker] [Verse 1: JESUSONTHEROCKS] Um Flapjacks for dinner, openly a sinner This b**h is kind of nasty when she's crawling like a critter And everything she's got it, man, man I gave it to her And everything she wanted, man, man I gave it to her Nasty like a sewer while I'm spewing on these Democrats Chiming in and laughing while they're looking at my demograph I'm ga**ed Pa**ed out, blunt-halfing, halfed out Forget about my ex, it was time to take the trash out Fresh, no cla**es, formerly a fascist I'm a f**ing pervert who loves peeping a**es Can you really blame me for loving women, a**ets? Assets, this fat b**h, in oral fixed practice Pa**ing my days, in days dipped pa**ions Dip the damn blunt inside the bag that the crack in Release the Kraken, equivalent to pa**ing Up on the boys with the West Coast pa**ion [Bridge] Now I don't think you know, I don't think you ever did If you mess with the kid, then you mess with the kids Couple d** in the veins, [?] who's in f** the watch, f** the blood, f** what they said [Verse 2: JUSTLUNA] Don't look now but here's pressing with the weapons Yes I am the hula with the zero half stepping At the last second, he switches the whole flow up [?] parallel universe with that message No eyes needed 'til your third eye's peeking No tithes needed to be in the garden, Eden, eating vegan food But then again you might die sleeping Even out of flight's region should've made time for weekend And all I do is sigh until the light's out 'Cause all these b**hes worry 'bout is coffee and they eyebrows Waiting 'til it dies down was never an option 'Cause that concoction kinda coughing when my co*k size down Dogs fight, both lose, call it labradoodle Done more stick-ups than a f**ing p**n camera crew Metaphors, better who*es, n***as with the attitudes Casually cap you, I'm the captain wearing casuals (On Mondays!)