Tabby - Buckwheat lyrics

[Verse] I'm too sick to go play out- Side not with the fake. Spouting f*g to my face while pads kept in Dolces Mouths spitting sorbet-sweet sixteens B-day celebration. Just more s**m Who ran a red at the exit Chains the new nooses Whips bump same abuse that Slay billboards like dragon My balls hang like Goku's did Newcastle cap to basket pa**ed Sundays in pews. Sit! Sobered up by the wafers Savior's blood made him puke. Ick! He forcing the demons out, believe he bulimic now? His finger reach projectile. The peace: never keep it down These squares Cheeze-Nips, two W's, one E involved Tabby step up to ring come-up f**s from the semen towel Force of Katrina mixed with Luke, but he lost his head Anxious from Mary, but Peter keep on unleashing webs Keep up with debt like I'm Usain with two missing legs Screaming "Sharkeisha!" beating dead steed that Tabby's depressed Feeling dapper though hollow, dammit Shadows fit like wet wool, style owned ain't Rabbit's 8-mile, dammit In the womb, soaked in pen ink for 9 months, dammit Type quotes behind mom burping me; I'm cold, dammit Minnesotan shirtless with slurpee, while snow Pile up with who's hurt me down my road It's certain my flow alerting foes like I chirped their Nextel Dial tones when calling for God's guidance Don't pick up like I don't with my folks. I'm sorry So why not pop doze pills Hoping Zorro will strike the sheep hopping, still Lost count like ya'll without the shrill Tick from the metronome. b**h, drop the quill Depression set in, sure, but jotting thoughts with sk** Blurred vision when liquor hitting my tonsils, chill Stir another one; Khalid tolerance. Vomit, ill As Doom coughing 'till mask drop Best darkness like cops who k** UH! [Outro: BIGQUINT] Hahahah! Now that is how you start a motherf**in' mixtape. Welcome to White Trash. Tabby has created this project to act as a window into his mind, you see. So you, the listener, can gather an understanding of how he became who he is today. He hopes you can relate to his openness while finding his witty imagery both humorous and thought-provoking. If you can't find anything positive to take away from this experience, well, probably because you a lil' b**h. Now sit back, grab a cold one, roll up if you need to. Do whatever your a** gotta do, bruh, and enjoy the rest of the project