MarkusDied - China Ferrari Sex Orgy d**h Crash (Y.U.P.S.) lyrics

[Verse 1: Proper Aristoi] Posted in my room with a brew at high noon Space Apes' the tune like we at the NY Zoo Bags of dried shrooms, man I'm fried too I'd love to lie boo, but you can't deny truth Ask me to battle, when I slide through I romp you Ground Pound a frown into your Sad Clown costume Girls say I'm "Aww Cute" with power so obtuse Insert neck to noose cause your sk**s are stock, dude Dyslexic cartoonist with 'oxtic' talk tunes Leavin' kids bloody like some Arctic raw Moose Scarf the slaw, then I barf it on the wall HA-HA, cause f** you that's why Smoke from hash-pipes, coke on gla** knives (King Pete): "What'd you do a week ago?" Can't remember last night! Lyrical land-mine, with eyes on the grand-prize Man I'll break this Peter Pan's hand so he can't write [Hook 1]: No applause for the gossip of these bathroom s*uts Proper spittin' game could make a statue blush And I ain't askin' for much, just to listen and watch And maybe be amazed while I'm building my thatch roof huts No applause for these half rude punks Petey make a wannabe thug feel dumb as f** He ain't askin' for much Just to laugh his a** off, burning down all your thatch roof huts [Verse 2: King Pete] Yeah number one to solidify my ranking Disagree surely temple will be gettin' double spanking Double fist, open palm on and on, sing the song How the world has come to nothin' so we sit around and rip bongs Notify the press, Petey be the best Looking forward to the future, my potential hasn't peaked yet Leave steps in your brain, a memory of who's next About to go to court, I f**in' overslept An alpabetic image sipping syrup On a mission for the riches gettin' paid with the rhyming intuition b**hes getting rowdy on an outer space odyssey I'm probably a problem, drunk and pissy of the whiskey Cover up your purses, got a convict on the loose Sippin booze, dipping Molly but I never drug abuse I be middle finger raising to the power hungry piggies Labeled as a criminal, a rapper and a hippie [Hook 2]: No applause for the gossip of these bathroom s*uts Petey spittin' game could make a statue blush He ain't askin' for much, just to listen and watch And maybe be amazed while he building his thatch roof huts No applause for these half rude punks Proper make a wannabe thug feel dumb as f** I ain't askin' for much Just to laugh my a** off, burning down all your thatch roof huts [Verse 3: Proper Aristoi] Why you play stupid? If I was you I'd act atleast somewhat intellegent They sayin' that I'm evil but if God don't exist That makes the Devil irrelevant I don't try to make you jealous, b**h I do it naturally Makin' cats casualties a casual abnormality Stickin' out like a sore thumb My boredom leavin' s**as in scraps like floor crumbs Using Poly-Peptides to embalm your Solar-Plexi Then I vex thy to a fulcrum Gore with a glimpse of torn, numb You wana even the score, huh? My plans you can't thwart son Go eat your shorts, bruh I'm way past warmed up I'm on fiyah like Rich Pryor [Outro Sample: Richard Pryor - Freebase] I was in the hospital and I was thinking about When I was in about three years ago Burned myself off - FREEBASING! I freebased for 'bout 8 months straight.. My b**h left me and I went crazy