Stun Gun Stickup - ¡MAYDAY!

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Stun gun stickup

Stun gun stickup

Stun gun stickup

Can’t use your weapons, no flexin', that steel is rust around here

Ask the right questions and then make sure to stay clear

Ain’t got no message, no bredren, no tears for all my peers

Fireworks for them higher works, or them dieters are in fear

You can’t contest with this next shit

I’m a traveler ahead of my years

My perspective is septic

And it’ll burn right through your veneers

Disrespect it and get checked with

That style everybody wanna hear

Your developments arrested, then invested

And these sounds we commandeer

Steer clear of the fake shit

Drown 'em all, all around these bases

I’m a cynic and I lost my patience, world’s too invasive

Kill 'em all, cook 'em raw

No hand-outs if their hands are gone

Prop me off to go sing them songs

And I’m jumping sharks next to the Fonz

This tenant’s gone, took rent and all

You ain’t a landlord, you’re the super

I’m a dragon, stabbin' at your woman’s wagon, King Koopa

And it’s hoopla, but I’m pretty sure you’re leaving here with sutures

We the Morse-code, you the short joke

We force close and reboot ya

Used the future plan, famine

Made me change the plan, fuck 'em

Been a ruckus to Rikers

Light 'em up til these eggs spill from these lighters

Tight wires over man-made fires

And the flames are getting higher

Should I jump?

Turn around once?

Or stick 'em all up with my brand new stun gun?

Hey!

Hey!

This is a stun gun stickup!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hit the decks!

Hey!

Hey!

This is a stun gun stickup!

Hey!

Hey!

This is a stun gun stickup!

Capture vats of alabaster from these chapters

P.T.

Barnum, Bailey master

Punch the wall, grab my balls, spit on any coming after

I heard your favorite rapper, he’s a corny ass disaster

His rhymes deserve a soapy lather, Penn State the bastard

Faster goin' plaster

Tar and feather up yo master

Blast a hole the size of Kansas

Where theses Snake and Bats will catch ya

Mind your head, your movements came and went

You crashed but left no dents

You left no evidence

And ever since the medic rinsed the blood off of my paws

It’s been better prints

Shit, it’s been heaven since I met a grinch down in the cellar stench

Liable to the vinyl so she presses every second inch

I’ll let her get Wrek in a pinch to see the eager beaver flinch

She a witch doctor, Octopussy, Bang Bang Boogie

Smokin' Doobie Howsers

No booby traps for cowards

Bark at an alpha dogs twice my size on off hours

Shoot for the stars with missiles and advanced firepower

Shower me with flowers, good God-damn, I’m so high

In a world where the guns are plenty so you man up or die

Well I guess this ain’t my cue because I can’t fold or fly

Huh, should I jump?

Turn around once?

Or stick 'em all up with my brand new stun gun?

Hey!

Hey!

This is a stun gun stickup!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hit the decks!

Hey!

Hey!

This is a stun gun stickup!

Hey!

Hey!

This is a stun gun stickup!