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matza balls (pink guy remix) - the thought lyrics

[intro: the thought]
let’s all go to the lob
lob, la-lob, la-luh-luh-lob
blaqknoiz, yeah
yo, word up to joji
you know, on second thought…
filthy frank

[verse: the thought]
gave her a mouth full of matza (what?)
b-lls
lost up in her guts so i had to find a doctor (hey, doctor!)
thank god that he made a house call (ring, ring)
i been going through the motions, but it’s “f-ck y’all”
you can catch me in the ocean, cause we played enough ball
i don’t need to d-ck-ride on that boom-bap vibe
with the silly eyelash, bringing that bad guy
you can catch me right-p-ss, doing like nine-five
slow my flow so fast you don’t even know why (dumb-ss)
suffering succotash
something musty, put that p-ssy in a bubble bath
(i thought i saw a putty-tat)
we can double dash, but buddy, udunnodahaf
i’m a master of my craft when i’m not going fast
(slow it down)
oh, you think thought some fuddy-duddy?
bet you won’t think that it’s funny with my baby in your tummy
(pause)

[pink guy sample]
what, is that too rude?

[bridge: smith the poet]
i do declare, the record may derail frail
nevers and a nail, in the coffin
for sale, if you’re honest
rather fail then accomplish
puff it once, philosophic
a sobbing reach in the pocket
some loose change up the topic
she cool, made out of martyrs, a move
raised with the war in the room
scattered, the better seemed dull
sold out of sedatives, dude
slurred, my adrenaline knew
yeah, that’s a negative mooch
know that the tempest a tool, you!

[verse: the thought]
you can’t cope with copacetics
man, my focus is too hectic
got no hope left for my credit
so i’m focused on the lettuce
yeah, i know, i’m getting better
but the betters don’t yet get it
saw you going for the header
so i sent you to the medic (ow!)
i’ve been eating matza b-lls, when my funds low
i ain’t got no booty calls, for the drunk hoes
put my eggs up in the oil
then she beat ’em ’til they stiff (ugh!)
bring that broth up to a boil
then it’s time to let her rip
pull the cover and recoil
’cause the steam gon’ make her frizz
got potatoes on the table
so i don’t know why you b-tch (b-tch!)
i know a dude ain’t rich
but i’m br-mm-ng with potential
got matza on the sabbath
so i covered the essentials
confusing parsley for the cabbage
bogus jew credentials (jew-ish)
get too nasty on the average
and millennials who cancel
thoughtsmith, now remixing pink guy
coughing on your dinner just to give you pink eye
keep me off the sk!llet
and i shouldn’t use a pan
you can let me if you brave
but have an emergency plan
i can’t use a microwave
’cause i’m simple, man (simple jack!)
anytime i’m eating
i just cook it in my hand

[pink guy sample]
’cause i’m already heated
(that’s not even funny!)

[outro: smith the poet]
ree-roo-ree-roo-ree
got ’em shook, so understand
ballad drew the wreckage land
valor, you not valid and
who the f-ck is dirty dan?
ought to look they reign the bland
salad days, i meant to d-mn
that’s not funny, f-ck it man
p-ss the rummy, bait, and ban
raid the lobby, hate your hand
lay the sn-bby, gotta snag
it’s a body, get a bag
before rickey hate the half, yeah

- the thought lyrics

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