Mastabeta - Y'all can't pass

Been holed up in the trees for five weeks
Studying the means of when insects speak
I'm ten geeks
crammin' after math class
sign on the door saying y'all can't pass
Ask dad
he's the man with the hatchet
Tunes for the goons that revere a good ballad
what's the racket?
I didn't hear a thing pop
Onlookers peek around
out the window of the wing stop
They never seen a mad demon with a tooth gleam
Lady with the dog let out quite the true scream
mmm bop
the chick wasn't pretty
and some mad doc may have sliced off the titties
Push your wig back, skid away on a track bike
Hear the freewheels escape toward the black night
All you'll see's the Knog blinkin' Leds
White up in the front, in the back it's all red
Pump the handbrake, bring it to a standstill
Chump an emcee, dump his body in a landfill
Burn the trash, blast holes through the ozone
It smells like cologne and reminds me of home
Far away, light years from comfort
Playin' with myself till the sea scented cum spurts
Mastabeta jibber jabber like pootie tang
Uncle scam clique is the cootie laced gang bang
Dang, the kid still got it
Lookin' at your man like the plan's been plotted
You can't kill what you don't understand, see?
Get your ass to the crib to concoct a better plan B

Category:

Music

Tags:

• hip hop
• underground
• Mastabeta
• Flip