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franchfries (ft. prizzy icky, mookie the magician & nigel t) - g00db0iii lyrics

franchfries (ft. prizzy icky, mookie the magician & nigel t) lyrics
[intro]

h*llo
welcome to sp*ce cadets
“home of the spoogal burger”
can i take your order?

[g00db0iii]

yeah, uh lemme get uh two spoogal burgers
with extra saturn rings, and some spoogal sauce
and then… a galactic sized solar shake
and then uh… lemme get some uh maf*cking….
franchfries!

[verse 1* g00db0iii]

i don’t give a f*ck f*ck
get timberlan’d up
i don’t fight fair
out this world call me “buzz nightmare”
can’t be on the waitlist
i’m so fly i’m weightless
i’mma jedi, saber light green like chicago relish
yeah i’m make em “woo!” (woo!) likе some pop smoke records
i’mma prodigy of kеndrick (okay)
eminem and redman (okay)
lil wayne and kanye (okay)
dmx and andre (okay)
you’s a wap motherf*cker
you’s a wack ass p*ssy
you get got motherf*cker
that’s an anthrax cookie
i’mma a desperado
when i pen picasso (ay)
mob deep, paul castellano (ay)
got the game cuffed up to my wrist like a briefcase
i’m sub*zero with a motherf*cking freeze*ray (ay)
and i spit that poetry like haiku
my tycoon is a typhoon
looking down on all you (woo!)
like i got a bird’s eye view
i should teach flight school
i couldn’t fail if a motherf*cker tried to
grown man sh*t to these little boy caillou’s
go and hang it up yeah like you were suicidal
but it’s do or die tho
i’ll eat your franchise
like franchfries motherf*cker
[prizzy icky* hook]

i get drunk before i hit the club f*ck that sh*t
if you hear iiickyb0iii on it than you know it’s a hit
goons posted in this b*tch so i dare you to trip
loose lips’ll get you hit so i suggest get a grip

[verse 2* prizzy icky]

man i’m up to rise, i’m up to grind
walk in that b*tch like columbine
let off warning shots like “meet my nine”
they ran like they in the color bind
let cl!ck up like two guns
it’s whatever bruh
don’t give a f*ck like two nuns
no pun, kick*ass use your head to punt
ric flair “woo!”
look who stepped in the room
it’s iiickyb0iii who the f*ck is you?
vibes off, we got an attitude, bad auras, bad juju
don’t compare us to the other rap gods
we slap guys, we the bad guys
we’re that guy
f*ck around and get baptized
not religiously, but curiously
i’ll aim at you
riches, f*ck b*tches, and being famous too
they can’t handle you
iiickyb0iii, that’s our handle too
[prizzy icky* hook]

[can i take your order?]

[verse 3* mookie the magician]

can i get ah um, uh…
sorry bout my manners
my mind is static interference
sorry bout your scanners
causing lots a damage speaking so applause is out of standard
i’ll take a full clip, size start it at bananas
i go ape feces, hopping on the track and spit straight easy
everytime i gotta show the states feasting
minnesota flow’ll make a lake queezy
say they bout the cheddar but they grate weakly
not too many coming out the gate beastly
imma little different i can take beats, add a great heat, and create speech
to erase species
so plutonian the coldest to rap
it’s like i’m running off plutonium i overreact
even flunking all my classes no holding me back
this the chapter p*ssies bleed it’s the ovary act
scratch that i think i’d rather get extensions or a power strip for my power trip what’s a breaker the flows a powder keg
gimme franchfries for the salties taking me out of text
iiickyb0iii and mookie we taking em to the outer edge
[prizzy icky* hook]

[verse 4* nigel t]

t*t*tell me where the acid at (uuuuuh)
woke up took an acid tab
this verse is the aftermath
this is called madness rap
moshpit, avalanche
haunted, manic laugh
walk with a battle axe
smoke like i had cataracts
i need to open up i can’t relax (yah!)
i’m dropping dose so i forget the past (woo!)
i found my soul inside a plastic bag (a plastic bag)
now i spit it like a rockstar
drunk inside a cop car
got bars, locked up
mentally but not far
america’s gamora
military, sgt. slaughter
watching every corner
some would call it new world order
but this that type of sh*t that got me yelling
“f*ck the law” (law)
this that type of sh*t that got me up against the wall (oh)
this that type of sh*t that makes you wanna punch a cop (cop)
this that type of of sh*t that makes you wanna risk it all
yeah, yeah, i tell em l!ck my b*lls
yo stop talking to f*cking cops
f*ck these corrupt ass motherf*ckers

[prizzy icky* hook]

[verse 5*g00db0iii]

i’m back!
i kick the beat until it’s brown bread, dead
they’d pay to see me at the sound check, yes
they like i gotta see this, so every season
they seated in arenas until they senior citizens
see it’s a synonym, for the illest
conceal the ceiling and fill it
i spit it sweet you swimming in my scent of cinnamon
sinister sinners will finish each other’s sentences
yall too, sensitive at the center of censorship
my incentive is setting in
like the sun when it’s ten in the summer
uh yo
it’s really a bummer to battle me
i really freestyle like megan thee stallion
uh, i deserve a medallion, i’m an alien
my words are weapons, my verses are my battalions
uh, twelve year scholar i rock it like colorado
the rocket’s inside the bottle
the bottle rocket is poppin’ off
like a molotov
mask on no comic con
if you wanna get it
i’ll have you twisted like you shyamalan

[prizzy icky* hook x2]

- g00db0iii lyrics

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