Tempura

Long-, long-, long-, long hair
Don't care, bitch, i don't give a fuck
Open me up in a new window
Talkin' about that bong sharing
Lawnchair chillin' in the kitchen
$crim is whippin' up the dope
While I'm playing Nintendo
Slit my lymph node, 59 stay in the dark
Fuck the limelight, bitch, that's my kinfolk
Been throwed since '94
Dick throwed a little bit to the left
'till I find the right hoe, oh
Really though
I hate when corny motherfuckers say
They got a sick flow
Sounded like Carl Winslow, bitch
I'm spittin' Dead Snow
That's a good movie, we can watch it
We can fuck and then you can go to bed, ho
Oh bitch, turn off the lights
I can still see the glow
Keep it up and I'ma take you home
Crib like an igloo, bitch, that's why
They call me Yung $now, oh

It's that Yung Pharaoh blowin'
On that Sarah Sparrow eyes looking narrow
Sippin' lean with a sombrero
Rio de Janeiro paint on my fucking Chevy
Riding around with a bitch that
Looks like Lil' Debbie
Now tell me what you know
Yung Vincent Van Gogh lil John Macenroe
Put the blade to my throat, it's that $uicide

My manic depressive and gun on
The dresser mind state
The psycho professor, the demon possessor
But nevertheless a soul mate in a grey state
Watch me raise the crime rate
Welcome to Hell's gates, bitch
I'm that flaming dragon
Seven heads, and draped in satin
Speaking tongues in Latin yung Death
Lil Famine