Jakprogresso - Aborted lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Aborted lyrics]
- It's a demon, hey mama?
- Make him look like anything you want!
- Is that a demon for sure? - Yes!
- Is that a demon for sure? - Yes!
- Hit it! Now let's fly this
Back to the house and give!
Hangin' off a radiation belt in
Front of Gas Giants (yeah)
Body fell on the mass riot
Snack sized cacti in a hash diet
Smash ions, gas high in
Flying heads mad myin'?
Front on my crib with this (Yo)
Handin' out the new type punch to
The youth like Citrus Kids
Not a lazy writer I got, scary books
Two minute tracks, barely hooks
Each meal carefree cooked
Does anybody else rap I barely look
Pre-virus scarcely booked, tear-free books
Changе name, new city
Part Mad Cow and too skinny
From eatin' long pig likе New Guinea
(Ha ha haha)
Too dizzy, writtens look like, I drew Hindi
In the lab pushin' objects and do hickies
Art evil, the blot seep through
Skin drippin' off, pot pee pool
An IGENE pool
I smoke out the bud pension, super high
I can't stand up
(nah) I'm Doug Benson, plus a Palsy
Every human I think computer like Wall-E
I prep you for skinnin' if you feelin' salty
You should see my rap style
(ew) , got stuck in the house
A growth, nearly 600 pounds and gross
Covered in baby oil, and a pound of coke
How is everybody alive? Crown the GOAT
Retarded, shootin' at houses like
Stallone in Cop Land
Strawberry around clock hands
The pen give it up like a slap slag, yo
I can't rap
- Make him look like anything you want!
- Is that a demon for sure? - Yes!
- Is that a demon for sure? - Yes!
- Hit it! Now let's fly this
Back to the house and give!
Hangin' off a radiation belt in
Front of Gas Giants (yeah)
Body fell on the mass riot
Snack sized cacti in a hash diet
Smash ions, gas high in
Flying heads mad myin'?
Front on my crib with this (Yo)
Handin' out the new type punch to
The youth like Citrus Kids
Not a lazy writer I got, scary books
Two minute tracks, barely hooks
Each meal carefree cooked
Does anybody else rap I barely look
Pre-virus scarcely booked, tear-free books
Changе name, new city
Part Mad Cow and too skinny
From eatin' long pig likе New Guinea
(Ha ha haha)
Too dizzy, writtens look like, I drew Hindi
In the lab pushin' objects and do hickies
Art evil, the blot seep through
Skin drippin' off, pot pee pool
An IGENE pool
I smoke out the bud pension, super high
I can't stand up
(nah) I'm Doug Benson, plus a Palsy
Every human I think computer like Wall-E
I prep you for skinnin' if you feelin' salty
You should see my rap style
(ew) , got stuck in the house
A growth, nearly 600 pounds and gross
Covered in baby oil, and a pound of coke
How is everybody alive? Crown the GOAT
Retarded, shootin' at houses like
Stallone in Cop Land
Strawberry around clock hands
The pen give it up like a slap slag, yo
I can't rap