Blandland - THEESatisfaction

Leave a lame duck flying in his fake fame

Relying on and replying to his fake names

Pandering and meandering neanderthals

Going home crying more than Niagara Falls

Aim is off came soft, hey the bass off

We hating?

Nah way raw take a face off

They hmmm and haaa at my hymns and my shake off

They shame and awe, take it all raped and made off

They take Jazz, take Soul, take Hip-Hop

And blame the nigga every inch and every drip drop

They money making Harlem Shaking to the pish posh

They tryna fuck it till they come hope they get off

Researching rhymes dictionary, a thesaurus

If it was in your heart you wouldn’t have to work hard

Your shit is trash garbage, my works' God

Fucking apple strudel doodle, I’m a work of art

Scat

Him?

A story loosely based on us

But without no pain and dust the main essence

Essentially a ruse or a misfocus

An absence of style where it should be must

To grind all the diamonds that we mined to dust

And sell it back to us with the cold mark up

His perverted desires man his greed, his lust

To do it how we do it, but without no us

With one nigga ballin like hes enough

I let my cobra clap

I don’t really wanna hear no sober rap

You know I spit the truth

Bouncing round lookin like Hitler Youth

Savoir Faire, that’s a french word

I got it sliding with the pimps riding deuce third

I must avoid all simps, hipsters with contempt

For the swerve to make the pudding put the proof first