The Kosmos Pt. 6 (Life on Another Planet) (feat. Willie the Kid) 歌词

This ain't rap call it carpentry Blades sharp enough to cut carpet, I'm sticking to the paper No cupcakes, I'm awkward, leave 'em all in awe And all in all it went well, Tylenol for the swelling Midol, you butter soft rappers, fucking with a Dewalt miter saw You might of saw me on the bulleting Bullet fragments, metallic pieces in my thesis Ultra violet rays, riesling, private beaches We extra violent, rush ya like Moscow The scowl on my face, no scare tactic, warning I'm warming up some leftovers, I'm Jeffrey Dahmer My apartment gotta step over, some body parts scattered Careers here and there, the dream shatterer Pop that like Adderall, parallel parking Stay in shape like a parallelogram, hella sharpened Hoes throughout the spectrum, prefer my liquor darkened Bitches obey me like a collie, no flea collar Ready for the melancholy, I'm jotting down A downtrodden rotten ridicule, the rude shrewdness Rapper niggas minuscule, no comparison I stay Strapped my advantage Flipping like Bamboo, "That ain't the same sandwich!" Bokeem Woodbine with mine when I combine minds With the Alchemist, burning like turpentine, no sacrilege True Religion