Left Brain - Chordoroy lyrics

We come through mopping, like janitors Smoking kush nuggets the size of f*cking tarantulas Blow got me amped as f*ck, hold n***as backing up And that n***a Short tell that n***a Jasper swag me up Swag me up, swag is us, who can tell me how to f*ck? Our number one fans are f*ggots who used to laugh at us Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was "Um, y'all dope, Wolf Gang just the " Yeah the dabradors take your head chop off No father, f*ck being proper b**h, we're popping off And to top it off I'm dropping monster monologues As hot enough to piss your local arson off That's me spitting this f*cking garbage toss As you n***as, n***as get familiar with the art of loss Switch swag on you little dick f*gs You f*cking dead b**h, chips up on my spiff bag with your b**h a** She call me crazy, they call me crazy They call me shady but it's a chordaroy life I'm living baby, I'm living baby I'm living baby, it's a chordaroy life And you call me shady, call me crazy Call me lazy, I ain't your baby It's a chordaroy life that I'm living hazy It's a chordaroy life that I'm living phase me People love Hodgy I hate you though I don't precipitate b**h, I H2O And I move across your membrane, you loose against my insane Thoughts, cause you're an outsider trying to get in brain I like girls but I don't f*ck with tramps I'm elephant tusking and they s** your lance I'm shaving off my boot hairs deciduosly Break jaws Mr. Vigora, rigorously I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze I got weed for less than a percentage of a f*cking New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection b**h I got my swag called, natural protection Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons I brandish and I flash tools and I have full stepping I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til I can see the light Feed n***as shells like my motherf*cking beach is nice When I say "Wolf Gang", you say "F*ck that" Room full of wolves, inhalers and used blunt raps Fingers in the middle of b**hes bodacious bu*tcracks Enough f*cking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped This is f*ck music, let a couple s*uts use it Show their b**bs, and I'll hop out the booth when I'm done pooping Grab a couple gats, stuff them in the backpack Then take them to school for show and tell day screaming "F*ck students" Backing up a bunch of fatherless kids and a pack of dust Could f*cking splat and show you the f*cking Iraq in us A bunch of f*cking wolves and rats having n******gs the size of Shaq Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck k**ing these n***as off quick Don't believe me? Then watch me empty out a full clip Trigger being pulled, n******gs in a ditch That wasn't bullets, that was copies of ba*tard, you b**h