flik - prompt lyrics
oil in the cogs
check the f*cking machinery
call me the mad god
now sheogorath’s back
hold the applause
thrown on a f*cking hazmat
i think i’m getting a cough
i don’t want y’all to have that
sick
sh*t i got a rock hard d*ck
she a lil bit thick around the hips
i call that b*tch banana then split
now she got me in a pickle call me rick
flik
and i could tell ya bout a bug’s life
a c*ckroach who don’t know bout sunlight
the c*ck stroke when my b*tch ain’t home
writing my poems
spitting into a hundred dollar microphone
i always liked it better alone
and now i’m flowing like a veteran
sippin’ sentimental beverages
glowing like i’m heaven
level*headed*devil effortless
i’m pedaling to pedestals pinnacles
medical bills dental and mental health still critical
chill
i’m a cynical individual
filled like the reticle
thrills coming
with a com*com*compendium of sillies
and dilly dallying sh*t that i don’t really wanna get into (get into)
and now we’re going to the interlude
class clown
laughing now
spazzing out the ass frown
passed out with a mask on
shaft getting massacred fast
all spat on
gaston
belle of the ball
cholesterol’s too tall
it’s a whole lot of eggs
too many noodles and bread
and heady sh*t that’s getting the paper shredded
made of lettuce
annoying ass voice pitched fred motherf*cker
with lead feet
iron boots
too f*cking complicated
water temple
buy a noose
tie a loop
pop a pimple
spot the ripple
not the simplest sh*t that i could do
what’s going on youtube
smash that like b*tton
f*ck that like b*tton
i wanna see y’all crash my wifi
bashing my f*cking like b*tton
annihilate the like b*tton
f*ck happened to my life b*tton
i don’t even know how to f*cking rhyme sh*t
or how to f*cking die
without telling a f*cking lie
i’m times worst nightmare
i’m trite’s last wife
i’m spite’s last white hair
try me motherf*cker
i’m live
my air
and i’m breathing
so i’m their
oil in the cogs
check the f*cking machinery
call me the mad god
now sheogorath’s back
hold the applause
thrown on a f*cking hazmat
i think i’m getting a cough
i don’t want y’all to have that
sick
sh*t i got a rock hard d*ck
she a lil bit thick around the hips
i call that b*tch banana then split
now she got me in a pickle call me rick
flik
and i could tell ya bout a bug’s life
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