Tell Them - The Doppelgangaz

Doppelganga, part strangler, half sodomite

The groggy white black pack fat body type

Shoddy right handed, uppercase pen swipe

Soil his depends in front his friends late night

The dicey fellow frail all lethal pen a sloppy scroll

Spicy yellow tail, miso, and a maki roll

Vastly stroll, don’t ask me bout a ghastly troll

And lastly get rhinoplasty you nasty ho

I’m actually cold, bold and in the know

Perhaps he scolds cause old is vintage soul

A timid bro on the go with vivid flow

Within the show sniffing snow and friggin blow

I’m grinning so when I’m shittin I can barf heaving

A sharp heathen dropping shart on this dark evening

Stark deviant, apart from the art’s medium

Hark back to E and them, both of them can…

(Hook)

(Matter ov Fact)

Doppelganga, the post grad, gross lads

Rocking dirty specs with old mold behind the nose pad

So sad, before he can spell entire name

Brain has more lines than autocad wireframe

In condo’s sip Mondo’s insane

Leaving a lot of slain, John Doe’s and Jane’s

Rocking black cloaks like poncho’s in rain

Don’t say the name of the head honchos in vain

Cause going against the grain, remarking with dag shrugs

Like walking barefoot through a hotel shag rug

Mad bugged, to do so must be a tad drugged

Yo either that or truly blessed with an open tap, chug

Guaranteed the next shot is heaved

The zigga should’ve kept it more realistic like a modest weave

You’re never hearing the Adonis peaved

For he was trained to strike emotion without wearing it upon his sleeve

(Hook)