We're just souls
Forces of your imagination
Ghosts of past times
Lords of organized crimes
Hitting chillin at the casa
Sipping Rita's with limes
Just to pass the time
So relax and unwind
We're ghoulish, sometimes foolish
Punchdrunk off goulash
Vibe is the coolest
Beat, chillest
View the hillest
Hill is established
not average
Clearly we're savage, raptastic, that drastic
More madness? With gladness. D rat this. Attack six, minutes, six minutes, yeah that's your rap God, he raps til the last drop, and the bras fly, traps fine, jazz fine, metal attack crime, making the raps mine to the last line.
Mgk all day, passafire next play, then sway to Allen stones soul play, Aurelian sole slay
Come from the quazi, like kha'zix..
Wait, six.. minutes?
No fool benghazi on that squad see
Cause they got a yas chief playing like a lassie.
But we said fvck that game, blew em up, blowed ducks, gave em the truck, shot MF's luck, then got up and said nough is enough
No game interupts this much, summer of dust, summer just just, fun in the brush, done it lush