Rood Foody Giuliani Lyrics

Smoke the whole 8th I need to lubricate

Rood foody Giuliani with the tooly

Soup de la roaches ashtray full of roaches

Vegematic

I really wrote it on the balcony

Recorded in the attic

Fuck a Patek she like

Why you only call me when you're high

Bitch ,I'm high all the time?

Whatchoo mean? Catch a vibe

You could really try and suck my dick from behind

These rhymes will make a grown man cry

I was being hands off but shit you might just die by mine

This ain't a coup its soup

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I'm on NPR like the white man

Figuring the angles out

Intersection of pontiac and the twenty route

Smoking 20 out the pack that's the cloud I'm on

I'm in the lab with the mice aint got no flowers for Algernon

Ant man em Imma split the atom

You hate my face and my syntax the masses imma have at em

Old style hacker new school biology

I got a crowbar got Cas-9 endonuclease technology

100gecs got me googling boof

We do not say that

They gonna see me on TV too much Pat Sajak

My Geo equipped with Sanger sequencing

Pay attention cause I did not and learned my lessons later

Like kids, in our heyday we really watched the anime with the commercials in between

I was sat in front of the screen now I agree and can sympathize

With every view I seen

Shit polymerize

Many of us live the lie

Upstate and we some diamonds

Herkimer

On that Mohawk shit like travis bickle

I might really consider killing a politician but let's get real

Let's keep it literal

Body by bowflex on the crucifix

I'm lacking nutrients abscess where my abs should be

Oops, I treat the burden like you're supposed to treat the burden

Dumb ass Hawaiian Shirt he think he Tyler Durden

Wake up, head full of doubt

I hate a sunny day because my head needs to be in the Clouds

Just like the roots of a plant need to be in the ground.

Lookin at me like a man of purpose

Yesterday I tried to end my life with a bong rip.

Don't stop believing like journey

I had a dream benny the butcher sold me Vyvanse 30s.

Poor Richard with the stiches and the rod in his leg

And the wind on his jib, fill the dutchie with reggie i sew it shut yeah they should give me some money for that.