Big Ghost LTD, CRIMEAPPLE - Palo Santo lyrics

Wow

Wow

A few Coronas and a dosage but I'm focused
Man testarossas plans bout to bubble
Someone shook the soda can
Fredrick Krueger when you snoozing
You despise the moment
This ain't the rapper taking classes
At the tiger showmans i'm ferocious
Make the cheese do the callisthenics
Or I just leave it if that's your preference
Less is more, so why say a lot?
This shit like spontaneous
Human combustion, dog, nobody made me hot
(Nobody) eating omelettes in Tulsa
Rocking the rattlesnake
Guess we had to crack some eggs
All your shit was Fabergé
Got me touching poor zingers
For the poppy price
Got me eating right about the pot at night
Arroz con habichuela mi nena
Give you the cicatriz
Pigs pull up, she be like "yo no se"
I just dropped the hardest, regardless
Ain't come to quibble with you
Twist a missile
Everybody floats like when It come get you
Nautical challenges, checks and
Balances, algorithms
The outcome is a coward getting
Split up without division
Envision me doing origami while
They scorch your body
It's best not to let them
Gas you like Dino Ortolani
I keep a snake close as
Jake in case Jackes surround
The place and make me turn this bitch to
I pour a glass of draino
Some rappers out their braino so
I left the casket ready i let a king hear
Said to get the pastor ready
We network with the Bloods like a capillary
(Facts) my homie wearing blue Cripple
And he adversary (Facts)
Just leave it up to me
To make the package heavy
Big Ghost said the weight'd
Probably crack the levees
I fly confetti over the
Celli ducking tackle berries
But next year I might be in Glastonbury
That's what funny about my life now
But this is how it sounds
When the competition imaginary
I don't wanna link and build
I'd rather eat your lunch
Gorilla glue and the dutch
Something new with the clutch
I'm dipping down pally, seeds for the valley
Timepiece Ukrainian looking like Vitali
Rappers sending shots
I'm sending bombs back
Pressure cooker with the nails in it
Fuck a long rap i heard every cheap shot
But I don't got a weak spot
I just watch 'em die slow until
I smell the meat rot

You hustle for sapatos, I employed the gatos
Burn the Palo Santo
Hex you then behead the gallo
Looking like I mighta hit the lotto

Small Link like Zelda
Man this shepherds for the
Lawyer looking Jon Lovitz
I went to high school high
Now I can teach you something
The budget, flooded racy, call me Dick Tracy
Yellow trench, metal stench
Got this bitch lazy i only rap the water
Cress, the water stretch, you offer less
In less than six months I'm
Who they call the best (Best)
Can't wait
I'm just trying get my fam straight
Get a tan, get my ham glazed
Pissing champagne
Chickas wanna play but I demand pace
From girls who like white
Girls like Anne Heche wow

Wow