Young Aspect - Mushroom Clouds lyrics

[Verse 1] Merkules Two handfuls of shrooms and I'm lookin for trouble I stomp down on instrumentals till I'm pullin a muscle I drop acid until anything I look at is doubled A rabid dog yappin jaws yeah I should get a muzzle (but f** it) Ya'll done had it comin, I'm runnin through the forest Hold a Glock at Goldie Locks I'll f**in snuff 'em for his porridge Or go get your mother and poke a hole in a rubber You'll get to meet your little brother when you come home for supper Then I get at Aspect 'n tell him we need the c-saw There's weed between the keys on his beringer keyboard Body bags, they come equipped with a zipper I'm writin names out in blood till they gettin the picture I'll meet your sister then and trick her into lickin my sh**ter Tippin the ricter, you probly wife a chick who's a stripper You bozo's with no flow, don't know lyrics All you do is make love songs and no hoes hear it, p**y [Verse 2] Young Aspect God body, I pray to God like I'm John Gotti On dead bodies, I got your girl in a thong probly I'm not sober I'm holdin this chainsaw I'm close to insane, ya'll better know me by name (yeah) I lace weed, smoke it and rake leaves I got a bag of pills, tell your b**h to take 3 I don't give a f** b**h, you can lick my nut sack I'm rockin a dookie chain, reppin a f**in hub cap My brain is ill cause it fell and hit the floor And when I was a little boy just bein happy was a chore I got satan on my shoulder shootin h**n I'm f**in prostitutes on the 3rd floor of the Sheraton I met a b**h named Ca**ie, she's a fatty And last week I f**ed her in the back seat of a taxi This is high on c**aine with a crow bar This is no joke I'm dope and I go hard [Verse 3] Charlie Fettah The water gettin murky so I'm scratchin at my scars I got paint up on my fingertips from cuttin through yo yard Not hard I lean back with a green sack Yo team lack sk**, necessary feedback, s**a beat that The boom bap, beat me up I had to beat back Greedy - made a grip off the grind, here's a free track Fettah the philanthropist, bars I'm spittin - cancerous If sway don't got the answers then yay don't know what the answer is Hard to live glamorous when your terrain is hazardous Team full'a gonnies low lives vandals and anarchists High as a kite puffin shatter budder and cannabis Hungry like I'm homeless ya my people livin ravenous Never f** wit ch'yo clique, like we practise abstinence New rap nerds mixin chemistry and calculus End all the b.s. cause Fettah is the catalyst "what up" to all my battlers, hip hop naturalists The wordsmith, I collected payments with my cadence Practise make perfect, my people pannin the pavement Rats is in the basements in the shadows writin statements While me, Merk and Aspect busy rollin the fragrance