Lyrics:
the funk and
I steal yo man, as if he was a hawk and
He'll call me baby, yo, or even pumpkin
I may be buttercup, or even Ms.Yo
We had dinner, and know we
uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
And if you ask my producers that we
for you life every day like in night city
Feel like an entity off in the back room
You turn to a track star if you try to fight with me
See all
think 'cause it's been so long
If I had something on you I woulda did it by now
Oh, on the contrary, Mary Poppins
I'm mixing our studio session down
don't spit back if can't even take a fucking lit match
Else i'ma break you like kit-kat
I be smashing your pumpkins, till I'm laughing and clapping
without the DPG
Perpetually a word is all I need if niggaz starting something
Ya Bitch will get a Buck 50 before we’re Smashing Pumpkins
Shifting Barry
haunting every street
Ghosts and ghouls all around
Evil spells are let out
It's the night of trick-or-treat
The wickedest Halloween
Smashing pumpkins in
over here, so follow me
Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P, let me guide you through the smoke, G
If only I wasn't travellin' down this road by my
could be gone today
You should have hit the bong today
A fire take your folks, put them all away
A storm in the sky could put you on your ass by yourself
Never wrong bout shit
They be on your dick
But it ain't bout shit
Say you want forever
But you gone by six
Feelings off your wrist
DM'ing all your dips
can you ask me if I love her
Molly for the breakfast mezcal for the supper
Happy halloween catch me smashing on your pumpkin
Happy thanksgiving catch
wrong wit you
Made a song or two and if you had some time
Let em rotate marinate and say what's on yo mind
Still a product of lab with it Orenthal
I took
The sound of the milk mans milk cart crashing
As we're boppin' to the beat, skeletons come dancing
Keepin' it clean, never run - pumpkin smashing
I hear
it slow
Don't get trapped in the flow
If you listen to our stuff you
Best be in the know
Be apart of the movement, all for that bro
Educate yourself so
Stat Quo baby, Atlanta's own in this thang
Uh, uh
I stays by my 'fetti baby, big boy Chevy baby
Choose a pimp, hop on in
Only if you're ready baby
Ain't
Didn't stand a chance in an endothermic reaction
Set up like a pumpkin on a table that I'm smashing
Sentence for trespassin's a verbal ass thrashing
Man,
by the whole system
That's why I diss 'em, no fake ass-kissing
Yo listen, recently I had to pay a visit
To Malmoe courthouse, two-thousand crowns if I
reports of Ichabod’s whereabouts
Came late, but everyone held their doubts,
For they all knew he was
Spirited off by fate.
(Alternative chorus:)
kids in the world
My only prayer is protect 'em when I'm gone
It be the ones by you throwing shade all along
Correct me if I'm wrong
It's been enough
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
somethin' when I'm
Bumpin' Smashing Pumpkins
When I'm ridin' on a jet my etymology is
Kept the mic close as Ghostface to
Wallabees and always broke a sweat
I
Of The Beast, I guess it was, I think it was Killers and Run
To The Hills, something like that. I might have been wrong, and then again too bad if I am! So what
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
get together, feel awesome
Moose skin draped on my corpse in the coffin
As he played Jay-Z, my gospel
And all the Smashing Pumpkins
Was bumpin' with
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