Coffin Nails - The Doppelgangaz

EP:

Milligrams of Temazepam in Old Tappan where he sold sedans

Give the lay of land, but won’t hold your hand

Understand whether you smart kid or

Push cart it or push start it, we impart it

Whether Sephardic or Gentile, check your mental

For this bloody rap, slang menstrual

Splurging, need a surgeon for the Hapsburg chin

Hop on a Schwinn, lets begin with the sermon

In money earning, hit the turn and then he’s crashing Rovers

Told the chick in Fashion Nova get to acting sober

Fiending for soba so forget the car

At the bar bumping Escobar, chirashi with escolar

Inshallah, you heard the scream cause it hurt

Team’s on alert, they put a lien on the yurt

You little squirt, until we croak or 'til we off the rails

Suppress the urges with the coffin nails

MoF:

Take a Look inside a Ganga’s fortress

Some Empty bags of corn chips, used Biore strips and foregrips

Canal street Christian Dior, slips ons, niggas on some hoard shit

Windows boarded, conditions sordid

A Ganga’s views?

beyond distorted

He’s non equipped, socially, standing close to him kehd

You might just lose your sponsorship

Keyboard gut, Monster sips, mean PMO death grip

GMO foods, hormones injected

Paranoid when he exits, push a Lenco Bearcat

OG JNCOs from twenty years back

Fake adhere tats, Slava Medvedenko-esque career stats

Y’all niggas hear Matt?

Now ask yourself, what would Matt do?

Then do the polar opposite kehd, avoid the snafu

Burying Matthew, you’ll see a statue with the bludgeoned plinth

Solar powered speakers forever playing dungeon synth