BEAUTIFUL DAY TO PICK BLUEBONNETS Lyrics

I want bodies

I see bodies

I want bodies

I see bodies

I want bodies

Weighing it out on my libra scale

To go to heaven or go to hell

I'm talking to a burning bush

That's my weed you smell

Buying the best check the clientele

Round and around on the carousel

Heat in the booth like I'm trapped in a living hell

Rollin that grass, like I'm a gazelle

Moving that gas, yeah I must propel

Make them boys run to the citadel

Hear these words, turn up the decibels

Hop out the matrix the parallel

Me and some infidels came here to raise some hell

With the stick, I'm feeling like William Tell

It's a trick, but this ain't no show and tell

Cut the lights, cut you up

Blood everywhere

But this ain't no sickle cell

Thanos and Gamorra

I gotta kill you cause I love ya

Please don't push me to the edge

Cause I won't hesitate to shove ya

Acting childish no glover

Got so high, I had to hover

Guess you all out of luck

Cause I just smoked your last clover

Don't call me a rapper no more, it's either artist or MC

You marvel when I get on the mic

They even feeling me all the way in DC

Say you're fly but I've already flew

Gorilla in the zoo, in the coup, with the glue, with the sticky

Getting icky, killing everyone bitch I ain't picky

When I walk into the spot bitches like

Pick me, pick me

Sip me, that's the lean talking

Early morning, see the fiends stalking

Hanging with the zombies

Need a hot ma (mahatma) I ain't talking bout Gandhi

I'm talking bout Jennifer Aniston

Hit her from the back till she can't stand again

I am legend, I've been fucking with mannequins

Ain't a joker but

I wanna fuck Harley Quinn

Got it planned out

Pop a few mollys then

I'm pulling out my shit, lay it on her chin

Going in raw, like the hardy twins

Yeah she gon' ride me like a Harley then

Imma lose her number, yeah I hardly win

You know I bring the thunder, and all the wind

The way I'm blowing down trees

You would think I were a hurricane

Feeling like Harvey back for revenge

Weighing it out on my libra scale

To go to heaven or go to hell

I'm talking to a burning bush

That's my weed you smell

Buying the best check the clientele

Round and around on the carousel

Heat in the booth like I'm trapped in a living hell

Rollin that grass, like I'm a gazelle

Moving that gas, yeah I must propel

Make them boys run to the citadel

Hear these words, turn up the decibels

Hop out the matrix the parallel

Me and some infidels came here to raise some hell

With the stick, I'm feeling like William Tell

It's a trick, but this ain't no show and tell

Cut the lights, cut you up

Blood everywhere

But this ain't no sickle cell

I want bodies

I see bodies

I want bodies

I see bodies

I want bodies