Young Biscotti - Touring lyrics

Yeah I goes in [Hook] Been touring, stay touring, die touring Only currency I have foreign If you want you can have it, you can ask for it But you know you're going to have to go to work for it [Verse 1] People don't s**, only vacuum cleaners That's why I call your girl a Dyson. Been her Only satisfaction. Closed captions needed For the alphabet that I do on her beaver Leave it to beaver, that's before my time Haven't reached my prime, I'm on the upwards climb Flow sick like the flu of swine Sick flow like the IV to my blood stream Made the team, rap varsity team Call me APAC rocky seen? Mans never been in Mickey D's when its shutdown That's the 24/7 HQ in the uptown True sh** 24 karat, turn paper to gold Good with the pen, and handwriting in bold f** a Mont Blanc, buy a bic dummy Anything less than perfect that's just blasphemy Real soldiers blast for me, never act for me Foolies have to thank academies Had to put up with the apathy Came through, had to murk up they anatomies Had to cut em up [Hook] [Verse 2] Six shooter like John Wayne I'm clowning around like John Wayne Gacy Minute left and I'm Tracy McGrady I'm balling hard, that's a newborn baby Getting green and burning purebred f** with me, have you sleeping with the horse head Young Biscotti, I'm fast as a Maserati The tongue is a Kawasaki I'm fast as a motorbike You say my name and you know they bout to be horrified Like a pencil case, I'm packing the lead Stacking the bread. Sourdough and hazelnut spread Thread count high sheets in my red palace Top gunning for your team, Maverick, yeah I'm so Dallas Beard looking like a Zachary Galifianakis Talking bout a pre-pubescent Galifianakis Hit harder than taxes, I'm part of the madness Partake in the juice of the cactus That's bad for you homie, keep your liver straight Ask for me, probably catch when I'm down the interstate Pa**port different colors, have to one just to see my mother I've been on this for touring sh** back since 1998 [Hook]