Blue Dream

Unicorn Narwhal Sea Horse that’s across the waters from Iceland

A mermaid Inuit goddess with no fingers left
Jelly-fished me down like another catch
Fucking octomom octopussy, harpoon her like a whale shark
Really dog? A real emcee, when I’m flowing like Moses splitting apart em’seas indubitably, I be flowing like the ocean
Ripples build up to Tsunamis that demolish homelands
It’s like a squid that gets mad, try to blame when she ink
The hermit walk on the sand which is where he collect conches
What’s heard is talk amongst the collective conscience
I catch the crab girls attention, I am her mitt
And if the glove fits where it, but Imma quit
I have plenty of proof settle for less like Goose
And let the glass gets topped with juice
That’s what I call thinking positive, I had to get lit
Like labor in the sun, ah son of a bitch
Plus it’s his cup had runneth over, we had splashed up his lid
Watch your mouth before it gets washed out and made sanitary
For your own sanity apparently
The truth is the BS though it’s so panicky
I’m so panicky
I play dominant, even as a submissive
The sun like any good prominent figure is not even dimmer
You could walk outside and spit up
Burp little baby
You walking out the middle of the show, you crazy?
They saw the box become two as a diversion
Forgot about what’s inside like a “die virgin”
Yeah, it’s plenty fish in the seas
Half of ‘em got hooks in they cheeks
Can’t let bygones be bygones I should probably put a badge on
That’s all (Stingray the watch like I’m Steve Irwin)
Burn another bridge, It’s what it is, Act like you’re scared of a barrage
Scared of a moat (She quick fuck on me like it seemed urgent)
It’s wicked how these tales twisted, know I seahorse it
Check the frequency, you tryna vibe to turtles
Promise you could not perturb it
High off bud with lots of terpenes
You a hyena ass bird vulture
I be looking like ice sculpture
Stingray the watch like I’m Steve Irwin
She quick fuck on me like it seemed urgent
It’s wicked how these tales twisted, know I seahorse it
Check the frequency, you tryna vibe to turtles
Promise you could not perturb it

Y’all bodies’ of work have dysmorphia

Recorded so much, I’m sorta like the lord over cuts
Acknowledge such before I annihilate you bums
Your knowledge sponge’s a pile of sludge
My old lyrics miles long
I feel like Iron Man when he’s irate in Iran’s neighbor, in Afghanistan
Each hand could curl a sedan
You trash and that’s the only thing I can’t do that y’all can
I am noble and surely finna blow like power plant
Baa baa, there’s sheep but why not get the wool from the lamb
Pan or Pam, would you care to expand, elaborate
We trapped in an elaborate maze
Labyrinth games, sounded by snakes
Hear this, I love it when the gun spits, particularly the AR one-fifth, Government Is a breast n’ it’s couple of twins
You on Fentanyl, selling that on tracks
Get to hell and have a fenced in yard
Ankle monitor for all eternity y’all
That’s what you get
I know this lip-artist, she had just got a dick deposit in her talker
Kinda burns, I thought they test this shit product on chickens or some dogs first?
My poetry make you lose heads like rotisserie
I’m a baller, it’s no doubt about that, I’m one of the best in the game
One of the best lyricist the shit I say, shit is insane
Literally, they lock me up, put me in a cage based off what I sayed
I thought through The Constitution, that’s not what we was supposed to be doing
But that’s what they did to me
I heard that’s what happened to Makaveli too, the real –veli
Tortured over nothing
Unless it’s over something that I don’t know about like Malcolm X hitting these women just based off being white, that’s not right
You want me to go do that? Now of course not, not no night
But I might creep out one night
With the AR see what that’s about right? Right right
Yo, we went to Edgar Allen Poe’s collection
Page 88, something about, listen, we go back in time
Fly back in time, they said “How’d you do that Schnooty?”
Well, it brings you back and then arrives
You can always press rewind
We left shit from a past life
Right, this material, the physicality’s mine
What it is is Divine
Yung Schnooty