YTCracker - Isaac Kneeton lyrics

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YTCracker - Isaac Kneeton lyrics

[YTCracker] Baby tay, yeah [baby tay] I just got a method that will never go bad Now I'm in the lab and my crew is chilling fast b**hes on my nuts like they swimming on my sack Get up on the track and I holla "ytcrack!" My weed have you coughing like a doctor My crew's so sick we be ROFL'ing they copters I take a knee while I pray to he And that's for shelter for the anti's that won't let me be I feel the heat everyday like my CPU We taking knees until the knee be blue But the Spamtec crew b**h yeah we just see it through Greater than star, you know it's true And while the crooks are testing CC's I say HELO to the mail like SMTP I reply but I'm on vacation So I hit them with a Link to the space station [Hairetsu] Stripping all the cards that be closing all the money I got my pride and my high you can't take that from me California: where I stay, where it's always sunny k**ing on a fool like it's Revenge of the Mummy Proxies on deck for when we need to relay Encrypted secret message just hit the replay And think about how you can get a subscription To being a balla because this pimping, man, isn't fiction We play a game to see who can get to the highest An HDR keeps it right when we need that science Compliance with the spam god he provides the finest Keeps us in a haze that I consider timeless "Your highness", is what they tend to call me I stay silent, as if my name was WALL-E My life's a train wreck, call me Harley So I be just chilling and smoking like Bob Marley [YTCracker] Smoke weed every-da-da-day I've been repping for the net infinity from nine trey Where them hard hitters stay Back of the trunk go thump when the man press play Three thou' on Dre in the cast on the crew of the out there dudes I'm in one of them moods To get on that bong and take a hit and act a fool Ooo, take a knee in reverence In the f**ing heavens when it comes to the kusha I'm the calculator pusher Nerd life got inertia from the word's black hole No, I ain't got a clue where the work is They just pay me to be important, the fork lift Set the game up on the pedestal Chewing on the edible bar from all the red cars on mars My name YTC I hail from M-town I know an M-bird from the Dayton 'burbs I can push you some farm No, Sharifh, you ain't wearing a bomb In the cigar lounge with these clowns Buy another round for this pimping, Henny to my lip in Your ho's tripping Off the game from my man James, Lipton Got a dipping skull on the row like sushi The new, she's so hot I dropped it Couldn't even Photoshop it The magic wand double oh oh James Bond I can do a deal in Taiwan And the men's say muya thai in Mexico Very thai-f**ing-Bo I'm going to take them to space with the Aster-io My frequency of coughing from puffing on the harshy Hardly dictates my pretext for smoking Leave a f**ing window open when I'm blowing smoke And the gospel's spoken Yeah, I'm C-posting Posting from the sea in a polo west coasting (yeah west coasting) Spamtec holding, all this sh** down from ninety-nine colon