Stank Face Records - Holler lyrics

(Stank... Face... Face...) (HEY) [Hook x2] When we hop on-stage Hip-Hop all day Hop off They hollerin' (HEY) From the top of the page Top notch with a phrase Drop knowledge I'm hollerin' (HEY) Hollerin' hey, hey Hollerin' hey, hey Hollerin' hey, hey Hollerin' hey, hey [Verse 1: Acumental] I'm the inchoation of a sinful nation Syncopation when I bring the ba** in There's a basin in the basement that I bathe in In summation: I'm a filthy vagrant Faded, living in a hippy haven Don't implicate me in your situation I spike the cup, yeah, I spice it up Like a hint of bay leaf with a pinch of basil I'm a paratrooper, a party pooper A square shooter with a large bazooka A CTA train car commuter Finna' trot the globe like a Harlem hooper Chupacabra, hoot and holler at your Hoochie momma, like "Who's your papa?" Shooting vodka, loop the mantra Puke up lava in the booth, I'm hot bruh The vigilant villain, sipping a Guinness Infinite limits above and I'm digging a ditch Twisting a swish then I'm ripping that sh** From beginning to finish I'm barely alive, really in charge Alien life on a mission to Mars Head to bank with a check for a million large Finna' bang on my chest, no gorilla no Tarzan I'm over the edge, over my dosage Under the influence, puffing a pipe One of you mugs got a light? We make you jump on some things That go bump in the night Hollering hey, hollering hey You're not in my league So get out of my way In the majors, making phenomenal plays Like swing for the bleachers Slide to the plate [Verse 2: Terminal Knowledge] Turn down for what? Term prefers to sound loud as f** Bottoms up, rotten luck A pound of ganja? That's not enough Herb to burn, pot to puff Turning in circles around the sun Panic attacks, camera flashes Ashes to ashes, cosmic dust La Di Da Di, rock the party Sake bombs, Kamikazes Oxycontin and poppy seeds Pop a molly just rock with me Obviously thots want the D She dropped to her knees Hot tamale Holly jolly, golly gee Olly olly oxen free I'm a child at recess Dotting the I's Crossing the T Apostrophe S Traumatized, blunt force Blood sport I'm the offense, defense Live life in non-completion I think I've gone off the deep end Constantly stressed without a reason A godless heathen, I gotta repent Save your soul, pay the toll Hold no faith just aiming low Straight broke, scraping a bowl My brain is slow with great big holes in it No limit, copy and paste Rock bottom, locked in a cage If you're not acquainted with the squad Then you ought to be Stank face, hollering hey [Hook x1]