Tabby - Cranston lyrics

[Verse] (Who the f** is this guy?) (Everybody, shut the f** up, shut the f** up) I'm that cracker with the scraggly beard (okay) Glazed corneas matching a matador's handkerchief (okay) Stork who bore these adorable busters received Fully charged megabuster sauced for supper, scrumptious Buddy, we cutting your set short with sword swing from Voorhees Before you make the OGs go "oh gees" Please, ya'll the cream of the crop? More like the filling of zits Gifted as sh** My lines Keanu's seen in green tint Achoo (bless you) Why do he care when mucus airborne? So f**ed for dollars, caught wallet whacking off to Dare Dorm (okay) I'm in rare form, got holographic skin Don't care for thirsty b**hes taking swigs of fella's styles (Yo, pa** me one too) I'm taking swings with dusters dunked in lemon lime Catch a Sprite from the most feisty white since Federline Now your man's got b**boo Fist pressed that square's face in like Bandicoot's move That cracker stays a modest emcee Besides the braggadocio and getting swamped in p**y Delete beef with foes with the Chrome history Miyagi plucking bugs, I'm Daniel Besting his reach (okay) Dipping toes in wonky flows His opponents solely stroke in quarter notes This kitten sticking out like cowlick from crowd (uh-huh) Of fickle dimwits spitting fodder cows would snicker 'bout (uh-huh) Patience short as corgi limbs For poorly spitted, dorky quips, really now? Dive in headfirst like Michael Swim with vipers Cobra Kai kicking cyphers Double-X-L sweating like k**er Mike's shirt (oh sh**) Jonesin' need to blaze Blowing donuts like pigs that would fire up Dunkin' If frosting wasn't lighter Field got f**ers saying "real" before larp starts Katana dice foam bows apart, then go for heart Like Hardee's combo with ricin sauce out of Heisenberg's cabinet 'Cause motherf**er, I am not having it I'm that hipster who's lips coax a cinder to light (light) His moves cripple Richter, whoa, big words you tyke (tyke) The kid's foes all elbows, fists curl like prom night (night) Italian and Irish, both sides of speakeasies My hair thick and slick, back up f**boy, G-Eazy No name will name drop till they drop; this is V-Day These Tommys rip coats too clothes up for 4th Yeezy (season, Jesus) My poetry will leave you speechless 16's with ease Conscience sh**, sometimes ignant Best bars look like I gave listening to a-listers (really?) Spit lyrics cold as dude who stowed Buscemi whole To get chopped like I smoked raw to roach (who the f** is this dude?) I'm Poe in office, haunted by phonics (okay) Let's be honest here, ya'll getting offed by a novice (okay) Get pickets for this .ZIP file snap picture, Mac's getting first virus Hold cellular regular to pen zip up papyrus? Odor from the zip like split open papayas Rinse, repeat, recycle rappers .GIFs rocking these mics now? Jif's what they spreading for fans acting like Fido Darkest on my mind, outside so albino (ayy) She swallow white like the meth game (ayy) Got sk**s of Abella, but never giving my dick breaks (ayy) Go doggie, palm her cheeks like Macaulay, take spliff drag (ayy) She twerk it while I work in the last hit for this tape (ayy) The last Pac drowned in DatPiff Last cop laughed when cam glitched (oh) One shot got daughters dadless Squad goals 16 large bought McDonald's (oh sh**) Glock's full, 5-0 stay famished (yo, what the f** just happened?) Same number on my SPF, rays got Irwin, pale stay the safe pigment (what? The f** that mean?) Sweat drop down, froze to the ground, gather 'round Feel out what the braille says, b**h (Yo, hold on, what the f** just happened?) (You just got me so hyped and now I'm just f**ing sad) (f** you)