And Bullshit (Ft. Zeroh)

Ahh shit

And bullshit

Rap can never die that shit is a zombie

I got eyes like a skeleton, fist like medicine, heart like a race horse

Beef like the president, beat rappers down wearing puka shell necklaces

Super emcee, rap rapper specialist

Tap into the rhythm like some motel women

Catch me at a town, I'm in the hotel spending someone else's money

I'm a rum drinking mouth with a tongue sharp as infomercial blades around the house

I got'em holding their breath like sleep apnea

The weak come and weep at the feet, tryna keep it discrete

But you can see that I'm a man of the peach, leeches

I couldn't think of sadder diseases

I never thought I had to defeat them

My verse is like an instrumental leaving them speechless

I'm the cream of the crop

Keep the peaches unlock, my light is so bright that I'm pulling over cops

The light so bright the top is my bottomless

No wonder why you're down there riding with your squadron

Cleaning the toe nails of demons wearing cheap skin, if believe it

I'm season every season every reason to be alive in post modern hip hop times

Post mondern hip hop times

Yeah, shit is hot

And bullshit

It's the [?]

Supply [?] sculpt trees, perceive my leaves

Sway through day, chill breeze relieve my ill at ease since the nancy

Jam ham it in the family pool, freeze when I hop out, yo, jeffery towel me

Sucky, sucky now this book pile

Got riddles in middle will of a scoundrel, willow a character out

Of mahogany, cherry chips, scary hair, steer clear this shit

We speak [?] these parts, freak style [?]

Eco-herbalists, hydro smoke burnout, drift like a hippy jap, swift laws turnout

This the being so beat or not, talk is cheap, deep like we forgot

Just bull shit, and bull shit

Party in spot homie, ain't got a lot, but enough hit the spot on me