Текст песни Chocolate Ice Cream Land (feat. Madison Acid)

Saturday, Sunday, for miles around Saturday, Sunday, not much sound Saturday, Sunday, for miles around Saturday, Sunday, not much sound Maddie the villain, I keep it surreal Twist my mustache, make it bend like steel Get the fuck back 'cause I pack the steel Seems fake but it's real like electric eels So what the heck's the deal with these fake-ass foes? Keep acid on my tongue, make it decompose You see my clothes, I'm draped in paisley I sniff the rose, y'all push the daisies And when I blow smoke y'all know what it's laced with You fools want a tool, take fifty paces If you think I'm cool, that's cool but face it You couldn't be me even if we switched places Shit talk sounds inaudible, the way that I lick shots I call my fucking pistols my popsicles M80, I aim to please They try to aim at me, but only in the land of make-believe Living in a chocolate ice cream land Living in a chocolate ice cream land Living in a chocolate ice cream land Down, down the road Love goes where Madison goes I'm at the shows, I don't rap, I just float and glow They ask how she does it, but no one knows Like when the wine-glass shatters and there's no one's home I got a crystal pistol with amber trim Wrap it in my fist, bullets that can cut through rims The velvet grip, the ruby scope I'm not talking 'bout drugs when I shoot the dope I'm not talking 'bout drugs when I drop the acid Rappers act hard, but they melt like plastic They talk sheets like a bunch of fabric And when there's no beats, they just rock the static They freak at black magic The laugh the track and tip a line to stop the fragments But that was just a dream They try to fuck with me, but only in the land of make-believe Living in a chocolate ice cream land Living in a chocolate ice cream land Living in a chocolate ice cream land Down, down the road