deep fried - after school program lyrics
[intro: announcer, nick bo]
billy smith got me on the track
i don’t know what’s going on here
bo nickals trying something crazy!
(verse 1: nick bo)
smokin’ through an apple core, in baltimore
you pray for rhymes but you need to hit the alter more
it’s not my fault your wh-r-
has got her legs spread wide
i’ve been eating good you n-gg-s chewing tide pods
morning wood getting bent like high tide rods
backwoods pearled up hitting like some juul pods
hundred dollars got spent on some fresh cool mint
riding round got the back windows tint
but still, the glint make your f-cking eyes squint
bongs and brews, i’m just mobbing with my crew
getting rocky mountain high living life like mountain dew
smoke another blunt or two, and get laid back
squad deep rolling to pick up another sack
an alpha male with my dogs and we a f-ckin’ wolf pack
nine in the closet don’t make me go click clack
barrels sawed off the shotgun
grab two beers and we’re gonna shotgun
i’m a dope rapper and you other fools are not one
talk sh-t and you’ll get hit with a f-cking hot one
b-tches get st-tches, always need to scratch when my trigger finger itches
this ain’t no game and there ain’t no f-cking glitches
one shot you got got i’m too hot you’re not
need a f-ckin’ noose or a slipknot
(verse 2: billy $mith)
and your father smelt of elderberries
estuaries full of blood to donate to my adversaries
mad stab jabs thrown puncture through your capillaries
infirmaries full, no surgery, sorry
i pickpocket your lighter
collection stacked fatter than the afterschool cipher
outsiders get snipered
optimistic snake charmers get vipered
fangs full of venom
unhinge my jaw and swallow both of ya henchmen
the veteran knows better than the novice who test them
12 brews deep spitting incomprehension
but i digress
the more you know, the more you know you know less
or better yet if you know less you stay content
frequent malcontent creates chaos on the segment
ensure schemes to prevent -ss-ssination of president
we get bent pay no rent p-ss out in the grav tent
only adlib quick vents no ragrets scotty p
two birds one stone but that still makes three
said i need weed he say q or qp g?
murder in the first degree a drop three demarini
barren pine trees breed greed
mob deeds buried deep beneath my feet
shotgun seat but i’ll dip if i see the police
dodging tree limbs one practically f-cking shived me
free ‘free billy’ tees for if these cops ever catch me
but we’ll see
daydream about weed because i smoke in my sleep
under the sea 20,000 leagues drownin’ emcees
with a trident posedents fighting leviathans
leaves then sucks up muk from a bp oil spill clean then
antihistamine sneeze drips green achoo
n-gg- says thanks i say i never said bless you
hold up split blunts for games i’m in no mood
bust out the white owls swishers and backwoods
when ya dead i’ll inscribe ya name on ya tomb
i sold a gram to the doctor when i came out the womb
swing first, cause if i do i’ll leave a crater
if you ain’t got nug, man i’ll see you later
got a goofy smirk doffenshmirtz do your worst doom for sure
evil lurks dude gets merked the mics a shotgun cobain kurt
mad city van rep mischievous antics
pop the trunks whos there, barrels of xanex
uppercut moves quick strikes like slam b-tch
deep fried colonel sanders spicy knuckle sandwich
[outro: announcer]
easy takedown for billy smith
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