Kisai the Spooniest Bard - The Second One lyrics

A truly darker Peter Parker My what tangled webs we've weaved I need to stop greening up all these goblins and Osbournes On my grind like Clint Eastwood teeth These b**hes be outchea f**ing for mp3s I dun' s**ed some of the pussies that you wouldn't believe Oui oui n***as can't think with me I'm CB, strapped up, young Darelle Revis But I seem to keep at least three ? On my sleeves I ? these b**hes things That they, slicker than grease Like, “Can I hit dat drank?” Girl please, you can s** this peen Peace I trek back to my home in the east Relief! Just to get back, you don't know where I be In a condo likely Howling like Lee(?) While she howls out please Like how bout me? Child please, ? like Hi-C Allow me to wow heemz b**hes with raps It's the black master of the ? Klan And the headphones went out n***a, soon as I said ____ Uhh I rather rock the party and then rock your body out It's Hippo party now How could you hardly pout? The only proper noun I'm liking how it sound Vaingloriously pound any ? in town Drove my motherf**in mother bankrupt What she ain't erupt(?) Til she found out the likelihood that I could pay with ? ? blame my grade from history's cla** ? womens were fast I'm missing my muse The buckfoy sipping the brews But what did he do For God lately? Besides being snide to his creator And not honoring Momma, who slaving to that paper While haters aspire to call me the unchained one Young Al-Qaeda Young Sound Maker Women's p**y pop at the sound of the ? And the nature is jenga I DJ and bang on The porches, the plaintiff Is the hardwood ? to the bottom of my gavel Of which I hit Hilary ? I'm premarital It don't really matter though I need Rachel Maddows(?) Now ? Hippogawd leave it trashy as a grouch hah What you n***as bout?