london system - lil sarcophagus lyrics
i’m pulling up with the stick, just like a dad with the belt
i’m so addicted to cash, you know i’m mad for the gelt
i’m gaining mad chips in vegas, no matter what cards i’m dealt
i’m rough riding on the p*ssy like teddy roosevelt
it’s true i cannot see the haters yeah i’m chill
i’m dishing out lyme’s disease because i’m f*cking ill
(avril lavigne)
i’m banking cash, every year i make a mill
hoes call me eugene when my tongue does the human windmill
i made a f*cking website to promote my business dishing out chess lessons
so i can teach little children how to checkmate
but if you f*cking think that you can run off without paying out your d*mn bills
then i will chase you down and ask you for the check, mate
d4
i hate a hoe that’s b*tchin that she plays lacrosse
i shoutout dima for the chicken nuggets with the sauce
i’m so d*mn strapped to the t**th y’all call see i have to floss
none of these haters can get to me i have hearing loss
shawty on the floor, and she’s dancing in stilettos
she can’t infiltrate me, i’m castled with fianchetto
she’s tryna get my jenkins, but she cannot call me leeroy
wait, i forgot, who’s on the beat again? *producer tag* that’s right
f*ck all these haters, tow em up, like mater
i’m not just some brah but i’ll still see you later
if great rapping is a crime, i’m a huge perpetrator
cause i’m the universal goat cause i’m a cosmic skater
so much lean i’m going on a trip like it’s hawaii
shawty’s cooch tastes worse than the last jedi
4*0 at every tournament, chess amateurs can’t stand me
i don’t do the dumbass k pop sh*t, so y’all can’t f*cking stan me
join the agency if you’re real, not a faker
i got the honey nut and oats, but i’m not a f*ckin quaker
cheerio, i bring the fear yo, like a dark cave
i’m lil sarcophagus but non agents will need the grave
living with the dawgs, like my name was john arbuckle
the homies own a car, yeah this f*cking sh*t is our buckle
i know a guy by raymond buckle, but he goes by r. buckle
he’s a f*cking pirate, so the captain says “arrr buckle”
b*tch
yain’t f*cking sh*t
i’m villainous, you’re k!llin this, don’t f*ck with the vibe
the agency is f*cking treacherous we ain’t just a tribe
we comin for all of the heads of b*tches and chumps
i’m so good at chess the other schools are down in the dumps
every day, b*tches on my d*ck like thc
they know i’m fly cause i’m a member of the agency
destroying kids in every f*cking sport because i’m evil
d4 bb4 london system, that sh*t’s lethal
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