Tempura

Long-, long-, long-, long hair Don't care, bitch, i don't give a fuck Open me up in a new window Talkin' about that bong sharing Lawnchair chillin' in the kitchen $crim is whippin' up the dope While I'm playing Nintendo Slit my lymph node, 59 stay in the dark Fuck the limelight, bitch, that's my kinfolk Been throwed since '94 Dick throwed a little bit to the left 'till I find the right hoe, oh Really though I hate when corny motherfuckers say They got a sick flow Sounded like Carl Winslow, bitch I'm spittin' Dead Snow That's a good movie, we can watch it We can fuck and then you can go to bed, ho Oh bitch, turn off the lights I can still see the glow Keep it up and I'ma take you home Crib like an igloo, bitch, that's why They call me Yung $now, oh It's that Yung Pharaoh blowin' On that Sarah Sparrow eyes looking narrow Sippin' lean with a sombrero Rio de Janeiro paint on my fucking Chevy Riding around with a bitch that Looks like Lil' Debbie Now tell me what you know Yung Vincent Van Gogh lil John Macenroe Put the blade to my throat, it's that $uicide My manic depressive and gun on The dresser mind state The psycho professor, the demon possessor But nevertheless a soul mate in a grey state Watch me raise the crime rate Welcome to Hell's gates, bitch I'm that flaming dragon Seven heads, and draped in satin Speaking tongues in Latin yung Death Lil Famine --- Tempura - $uicideBoy$