Lotion

L to the eon, Grimme reaper with the grin, bitch Slap a rapper face ram deeper with the limb, bitch Boy enjoy the door, ain't no way you getting in, bitch You yappin' all that disney while I'm wrapping business Got some neverheards in my DMs Asking for some artwork to act like they have fans Comical Stans with illogical stances Comic like Sans, shit, come get ya mans I just run in blind, I don't like the plans It's a state of mind, bitch don't touch my hands The only thing I want from you is neck and don't you think that we're an item, I just keep my girls in check Yes yes I think I should be making some more pop Cuz if I keep on writing songs this clever you might have to stop Been fucked up since the twenty-first of May, last year Sipping Black Velvet on a thursday, all clear Grimme cuz I'll dim out dimwits from below Leon cuz you took the L aeons ago Yeah, been doing shit that I wouldn't admit Even if J Anni spread her fanny and was begging for me to spit in it Ripping it open, sipping the golden, avenues frozen, no wait, they molten Ever since I put the mask on my face I became what the girlies scold, so I told them She say she love it when I force it Big tiddy goth got them boots and the corset Of course it don't look like I have grown but I got more shit Music circles getting dry but baby I'm the lotion I told her that I loved her personality She shook her head and asked me "Baby, which one?" After a while I told her I'd still hit it again and again no matter if it's the kind or the bold Or the cold or the bitch one "Pick one" You want some? I got some, come get some Fake artists, the world, it forgets 'em Dividing nosy posers like a septum All the validation, you know Grimby kept 'em Oh, you hate on me? Kiss my rectum I make a scene, magazine, what a bedlam Bitch, I'm Dacian, this my redrum Drum, drumming on this shit 'til I get numb Dumb and dumber what a bummer, cuz I wrecked 'em Umm summon a Hummer, and then we step 'em Umm my Mauler I pummel 'til you is none Faster than lightning cupping my piston Your raps golden only cuz I pissed on em Kissed God and My wrist so fucking heavy like a shackle on it Back ache, bro too late You will never hit the Benz that I'll be getting when I make it, put it that way Sam Lake, bro Max Payne You will never land a shot but I'll be spraying when I make it gra ta ta ay No way, uh Jose I will never let the bag out of my hand, you better pony up and ride away Ride away, right away By the way, you don't have to ask me how I'm doing I'll be ok