E-ER - DJ Scheme, Ski Mask The Slump God, Danny Towers

I’m sippin' tea, beat what I eat

Kicked up the feet, no Assassin’s Creed

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee

X’d out defeat, you, I delete

My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese

Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased

Count up the bread, count up the yeast

This is for my nemesis, white folk

If you pull up, then you’re dead, uh-uh, rifle

We gon' cross him like the symbol on a Bible

Call him Spongebob 'cause he movin' life without spinal, huh

Never not woke, my gland pineal

On the patio fucking Princess’s peach, Mario

Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario

On the mic, I’m an animal, hear the cardio through audio

If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha)

Smokin' on tree, hashish (Yow)

She said, «No, don’t leave»

Baby, I’m oh-so green (What's that shit 'cause it better not be)

We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)

Blood on my back, don’t get caught in a blitz (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)

Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)

Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh)

Fuck you mean?

(Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)

Huh, oh, I’m ready (Haha)

Yuh (Oh, shit), yuh

I’m in the land of the lost, now I’m chill, Jack Frost

Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce

Jack Skellington limbs 'cause I’m known to pop off

And I’m one with the force, so this saber is my sword

Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul

Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (Huh)

And the dope look sick like Wuhan

'Nother brick comin' in from Tucson (Racks)

I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in

I was servin' up bricks at a low end (White)

I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (Huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh)

I could probably fuck around, build a snowman (Huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)

And it’s stone, no Mason, say I’m chillin' with your bitch

It’s for him and her like Rozan

'Cause this shit go down when a nigga get whacked

Should’ve never put your life in a ho hands

If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha)

Smokin' on tree, hashish (Yow)

She said, «No, don’t leave»

Baby, I’m oh-so green (What's that shit 'cause it better not be)

We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)

Blood on my back, don’t get caught in a blitz (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)

Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)

Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh)

Kick a bitch to the curb if she don’t speak with manners (Hee, hee)

My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (Hee, hee)

My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (Hee, hee)

My bitch from the hood, mamas hustled on camera (Hee, go)

School from the seventies

Could’ve been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy

That was English like city of Oxford

Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar

I thought I want kids 'til I sat by a toddler

Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (Two)

I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (Frrt)

We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer

My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones' locker

I want Addison Rae to become my doctor and check on my privates (Woo)

Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot

He didn’t make it past the first clip like a pilot (Frrt)

I’m sick, I need medicine before I riot

My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet

Can’t go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it

I gotta smell, I gotta taste it

Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (On God, slatt)

What’s this, what’s this?

What’s that shit 'cause it better not be

Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (Go)

Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (Slatt, damn)

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup

Hahaha, oh shit