Hellfyre Club, VerBS, Kail, Open Mike Eagle, Busdriver - Dash lyrics
[Hellfyre Club, VerBS, Kail, Open Mike Eagle, Busdriver - Dash lyrics]
Dash of this, dash of that
In a dash, she dash it back
You ain't whippin' like dash would
Limo tints on the Dashwood
Now your bitch blowin' Dashwood
Francis muthafuckin' Dashwood thuggy
He be trim taper hemmed in the tailored fit's
His neighbor's fenced
Plus his tool time's to Tim Taylor's tint
His invader's clipped, clip, clip
Take a trip
Dip whip, Haitian bitch to cater thick
Queen of dictatorship, dictate your lips
You dicked Taylor Swift quick
Make the trip, taste the brick
Played the bridge, case the sniff
Facial tit's, facial twitch
Like this shit was hit with a
Writ by a bake maker kit
Now run it back, run it back, oh
Then switch back to gangsterish
Nah, you switch sweet souls with the
Sugar sweet hint chocolate flavored mints
Uh, you tramp, bitch!
Up in the clouds in a future resin
Feelin' like I'm in a child's music lesson
As a first round on human
Specimen that guarantees bio-luminescence
The gorgeous room tore it's so I'm
Signing deals in a board room
Morris explore the orange moons screamed and
Heard that I'm with whom
When I turned on Hazmat animal
Than your flannel bro
Friends become trans-vaginal When I
Run my hands fast, a camel toe
I'm in a jean jacket making pre packaged
Steamed cabbage making it seem ratchet
I'm an extreme habit that would wreak havoc
On screen actors until they seize acids
Nigga!
About to dash to the spot i'm
About to go do like a
Rockstar energy and some like peanuts for
A dollar and a hot
Dog and maybe like two slices
Of pepperoni pizza from 7-11, i'm dashin'
Dash of this, dash of that
In a dash, she dash it back!
You got an eagle head and chicken hands
Kinda racial like spic and span
You can tell how much I give I damn
When I bust out my Ed Grimley dance
And my hips twist, my knees knockin'
I'm fit to be lockin'
I'm full of more shit than
Those History's Mystery's Top 10s
And I won't wait for your pro case
I wrote whole papers in bold face
I rotate this whole place at my own pace
Fuck the taste of that Colgate
It's disgusting
It's not even up for discussion
Thrustin', heatin' up a combustion
Chicken handed, Eagle up in your function
Bumpkin dash of this, dash of that
In a dash, she dash it back
(Eagle up in your function, bumpkin
Eagle up in your function, bumpkin)
You ain't whippin' like dash would
Limo tints on the dashwood
Now your bitch blowin' Dashwood
Francis muthafuckin' Dashwood
Dash of this, dash of -!
In a dash, she dash it back
You ain't whippin' like dash would
Limo tints on the Dashwood
Now your bitch blowin' Dashwood
Francis muthafuckin' Dashwood thuggy
He be trim taper hemmed in the tailored fit's
His neighbor's fenced
Plus his tool time's to Tim Taylor's tint
His invader's clipped, clip, clip
Take a trip
Dip whip, Haitian bitch to cater thick
Queen of dictatorship, dictate your lips
You dicked Taylor Swift quick
Make the trip, taste the brick
Played the bridge, case the sniff
Facial tit's, facial twitch
Like this shit was hit with a
Writ by a bake maker kit
Now run it back, run it back, oh
Then switch back to gangsterish
Nah, you switch sweet souls with the
Sugar sweet hint chocolate flavored mints
Uh, you tramp, bitch!
Up in the clouds in a future resin
Feelin' like I'm in a child's music lesson
As a first round on human
Specimen that guarantees bio-luminescence
The gorgeous room tore it's so I'm
Signing deals in a board room
Morris explore the orange moons screamed and
Heard that I'm with whom
When I turned on Hazmat animal
Than your flannel bro
Friends become trans-vaginal When I
Run my hands fast, a camel toe
I'm in a jean jacket making pre packaged
Steamed cabbage making it seem ratchet
I'm an extreme habit that would wreak havoc
On screen actors until they seize acids
Nigga!
About to dash to the spot i'm
About to go do like a
Rockstar energy and some like peanuts for
A dollar and a hot
Dog and maybe like two slices
Of pepperoni pizza from 7-11, i'm dashin'
Dash of this, dash of that
In a dash, she dash it back!
You got an eagle head and chicken hands
Kinda racial like spic and span
You can tell how much I give I damn
When I bust out my Ed Grimley dance
And my hips twist, my knees knockin'
I'm fit to be lockin'
I'm full of more shit than
Those History's Mystery's Top 10s
And I won't wait for your pro case
I wrote whole papers in bold face
I rotate this whole place at my own pace
Fuck the taste of that Colgate
It's disgusting
It's not even up for discussion
Thrustin', heatin' up a combustion
Chicken handed, Eagle up in your function
Bumpkin dash of this, dash of that
In a dash, she dash it back
(Eagle up in your function, bumpkin
Eagle up in your function, bumpkin)
You ain't whippin' like dash would
Limo tints on the dashwood
Now your bitch blowin' Dashwood
Francis muthafuckin' Dashwood
Dash of this, dash of -!