A-F-R-O - Curls (Bonus Track) lyrics

The A-F-R-O Villain

The bull Fullerton pilgrim
Bullet spin income
Mullet stench stiff
Pull a coordinate contender
The ornament in Christmas, morphed
 fit and stuffed
Form ripped enough, doors close when it shut
Black man with the briefcase
Stand and his feet shake
Played past the relay
Drained half the sweep-stakes
Aggravated, lack of his patience
Raps from his age straight entrapped
In his wave length
Poetic teacher, stoned in bed and sleepin'
Colder weather, gold-embedded
Glowin' Heaven features
First prize Godfather, certified mobster
Turn shine to sparkles, word of mine prosper
Eat a burger, why lobster?
Murmur lines
Watch as the purty dime slobs him


You can't fuck with the villain!
You can't fuck with the villain!

A different story prolific
Know your own intention
Foreign for invention
Your smorgasbord defenses!
Scorn the mortal temptation
Born the course of pen basis
Forming more of horrorcore
The pouring whore's menstruation
Please let me get you a towel
Fend then empowered, spend ten of his hours
Sentimental sensitive metal gentle edgy women
Been livin' in a dreaded
Heavy mental facility
Time minus nine, add a two, it's eleven
Shoot bend and stretch it
Cruel wretched reverend

You can't fuck with the villain!
You