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Ryler & Tylo

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Spit it crystal clear kicking flavour In your ear for kids to hear 
I’ll be here until I got no hair call me Brittany Spears, Cheers! 
It appears I've been killing it 
Tipsy off the whiskey getting dizzy never spilling it
Nostrils full of pixie sticks, swallow margarita mix
Silly rabbit tricks are for the kids that really needed this
Alcoholic flow taking a shot with condiments
Making a Burt Reynolds with the relish right on top of it
It rubs the lotion on the skin, dirty like a laundry bin
The person that I’m calling says "oh no it’s you, not again"
Take it as a compliment unlocking it with bobby pins
I come equipped with a wrist launcher, Swiss army shiv
Sick bars to spit more drawings than an architect
You watch me get it off my chest you need a bra that fits
I copped a shift clocking in, gossiping, about what’s not been sick and what's the opposite
My job is lit!

I highly doubt you ever could grasp it Emerson’s bat shit checking what’s in your medicine cabinet
I'm rapping it, I'm blasting it, then dash in fast motion
In fact, I've been getting it lit like a gas explosion

I kill the rap and leave it in the Atlantic ocean, floating
My brain gains depression but lacks emotion
I’ll be flowing till I go croak and my casket opens
And that can show I’m no longer in need of these ibuprofen

Run it like Jesse Owens I know I’m going insane 
But I'm feeling like Jesse James I’m robbing on the train
And now you thinking I’m probably not okay with the memories that remain have been haunting me in my brain
When I do these it's like right out of a movie
You can capture my photograph I spit it cinematically
Kill the rap and dip so fast you only catch a glance of me
My haters mad at me I’m Lately living happily
Better than I’ve ever been Gwapo In the denim jeans
Walk-in with a flow that’s Getting hotter than acetylene
I never dream from Amphetamines and ketamine 
I said it G it’s not a bottle of water so let it be
Tripping on the mushrooms and acid still
Slipping on a cartoon banana peel
Flip you off while I’m sipping on some cognac
You think it’s grand theft auto? You can F****** get your carjacked

I highly doubt you ever could grasp it Emerson’s bat shit checking what’s in your medicine cabinet
I'm rapping it, I'm blasting it, then dash in fast motion
In fact, I've been getting it lit like a gas explosion

I kill the rap and leave it in the Atlantic ocean, floating
My brain gains depression but lacks emotion
I’ll be flowing till I go croak and my casket opens
And that can show I’m no longer in need of these ibuprofen

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