Small Pond Mackerel Lyrics

I'm a rap master

I rhymed orange with door hinge

I just went to Publix in a brand new Michael Kors fit

Pale Ale

Nine.5 ABV

T'd up

Took like four sips

There's no game to have on lock

But I'm still totin' forceps

'06

Toyota Sequoia

My whip foreign

Load my bowl with atropa

May I see the morning?

When I make it to Heaven, can I see them mourning?

(Bear with me, I need a moment)

Make sure my crypt has an open floor plan

I'mma big man!

Need 12 pallbearers

24 hands

I ain't scared

Put my trust in

The One before man

Counts my hairs

Got abundance

'till I'm an old man

Stale crackers tryna be your friend

Henry lever action rifle off adrenaline

On Fox News at 8pm

For peace of mind we don't play with them

We don't care what mixers are

We're on our Rick Rubin shit

Shuffle, shuffle mix the cards

Can this joker get through to them?

Should I come at y'all for real

Or should I use a new pseudonym?

Nothin' ever goes smooth if you try to look cool to them

They'll just bend you, and break ya

Cause you're merely a tool to them

I guess that's just cool to them

Poke a guy like that

They look at you, and think shoot at 'em

Makes me wonder who hurt 'em

Who was throwin' their shoes at him?

But that's just Eve and Adam

We signed up for a curse when we ate from the Apple

When life hands you an orchard you mix peach schnapps Snapple

Wake in the morning pour Rice Krispies pop, snap, crackle

Small Pond Mackerel

I leveled up my magic carp I told my boy to tackle

Dig this like a track hoe

We're tokin' in the back bro

Hittin' moon rocks, and I'm floating like a tadpole

Dammit, where my map go?

Look it up on MapQuest!

Login to Myspace, and get it off my chest!

Trials leave us blessed.