Weirdeye - Food for Thot {Molliwopped Remix} lyrics

[SpaceGhost] I spitshine penny's to dimes My ego bruises many Charles X'in' till I'm dizzy Golden condoms in the stash box Compartment of the matchbox You ga**ing up these hoes But I deflate them at the pitstop Woah I Dick her Dastardly And laugh it off like Muttely Or Gluttony The clump to be, your mother calls me Hercules That's elementary like Watson runnin' With scissors I'm fly as a magic carpet Aladdin rockin' some Jordans New Era also imported I terrorize the aborted beforehand Father n***as like Forman Grillin'chosen ones Your starting five I trampled them like doormats The one man army blastin' metal war machine man That tin can Aluminum bruin' the rolex foilin' hoes pants I moisten Deep as Frank Oceans and closet doors? My life is all hustle, locomotive I stay on track "Penny lane" "I am the walrus" Where is Jarvese? Explain to these people I'm out of Orbit No herb unless it's Doom's sh** Or Wintermint She on them X games and still she let her Ex hit I'm Wicked Still she riding my broom stick Loose lips, the crew Legion of Doom hit No loyalty unless it's the Evil Syndicate Symbiote Black diamonds replace the coal rocks So hold ya' stocks Cuz it's the season for Great Depression I'm bleedin' where guns are leakin' Mechanics for theatrical actresses Chewing Big Macs just to get the lead poisoning Cuz you ain't got all the answers Sway in the morning But you talk to me like I'm Mr.West From Graduation