Pulaski ft. Grand Pneuma Lyrics

I know what ya thinking

What the fuck is a Pulaski

So I find this guy at an open mic

And I think it went well cuz he invited me to his humble abode at Pulaski

Then I got there and it was not what I expected

But like

Bitch I was at Pulaski

Met this dude named Dank Delish like last week

Told me to pull up if I'm ready to get my ass beat

Thinking dude got games

Maybe Street Fighter or Tekken

A way to ease tension between a couple of new faces you feel me?

I walk up the block and mans is at the top of the stairs

Death glares down upon me

Aura screaming "I'll kill you"

But

I remain cordial

Tellem was poppin bro

He tells me my time has come and to say goodbye cuz it's time to go

It's time to go

What the fuck you mean it's time to go

He pulls out a sword and swipes straight to the head

Shocked and bewildered I send Cameraman to repay his debts

Three piece to the chest Dank looks impressed

"No one's ever dodged that move" he says

I tell him this is all a misunderstanding

He steps, poses, and brandishes his weapon

The wind gust harder

The sun beams stronger

Beads of sweat fall down my face as I brace for impact

This man is ready to take the block out

Smoke is fuming out of his mask

He calmly exclaims "Delicious Judgment" and pursues forward in a dash

I look left and Cameraman got turned into spaghetti

Back at Dank and he looks cool and ready to drop bombs

Step-forward the pressure intensifies

The atmosphere begins to weigh me down

The sky is changing colors

Dank is getting closer

And as he begins to pull his sword out I ask,

"Why are you doing this"

And he says,

"Cuz you're a Stank McFish!"

And from a distance we hear

"He's not a Stank McFish! He's just tryna make music with you, Dank"

That was Dreamed the Northerner, Dank's roommate

We went upstairs, smoked some weed,

Played some video games,

And here we are