PUPPETEER Lyrics

What 'chu you want for me

I don't have a lot

You can't tell me shit

On my grind daily

It don't pay for nothing

Except for all my songs out

You can bump to something

Now I'll digress see

How bout you say it with ya chest g

I don't have time

What I got? These fucken rhymes

And got more and more

I got more in store bitch

Got something here you never heard before

Smoking on these greens like a herbivore

Don't care if the shits grown indoor

Or in back need to toke more

I don't think you understand this

Get off ya fucking thumb

And come and check this

I'm pretty low key

Fuck around like loki

Friday shit like Smokey

Make all the beats on my own

I put in the work

'Boutta have the throne

I'm in the zone bitch

We can have it all

Just gotta put blood sweat

And tears in this shit

And hopefully these boots will fit

And I'll be filthy rich

And I'll be eating fish

Like I couldn't give two shits

About I'm what dealing with

See, been out of the loop much

But I don't give two fucks

Bitch I need a couple bucks

So I can get out of this fucken rut

Please, bitch had enough

Yea I'm really done

Now watch me switch the beat up

I'll do it again and again

Change the beat up hit the speakers

Oh man Micken and Yoda causing Armageddon

No playing games need my lyrics just to cut to tension

Bitches sharp cut like diamonds I'm a rare edition

Got my things right fuck the competition

Never taking sides with the opposition

Psylociben dreams don't know what ya missing

Oh oh, Kid Cannabis is tripping

Micken's the puppeteer

He passes the mic up over here

Rap for me Puppet

My style starts to seer

Allow me to make myself clear

I could be in third gear

Bitch and I'd still be top tier

You're adorable my dear

Your favorite rapper is queer

No where near

The Kush Master Cavalier

Kid Cannibus shoulder taps

Yoda can I have your ear

I start spitting he gasps asks

That slaps what have we here

Micken pulls the strings yes indeed

He said, Yoda I need some sick rhymes g

So obviously even Helen Keller can hear and see

No Puppeteer no Master Yoda KMC

I'm not the only puppet it's not just me

You robotically hop right out your seat

Dancing snapping and tapping your feet

All hypnotized by the beat

Mr.Fingers shreds his fucken fingers til they bleed

I would like to take a moment to apologize

To all mutants, aliens and monsters alike

For this microphone homocide but I hope you realize

The puffy puppeteers in command

And I'm merely hypnotized

So no it don't matter to me

To bring about your demise

Long as Shed Records on the rise

No roll of the dice

Small to Large enterprise

Keep it concise

Pinky and the Brain way too nice

To be label mice fuck settling

We taking over the world with the mic