Jakprogresso - Bicycle Parts lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Bicycle Parts lyrics]
- Now in another part of the forest
There lived a large gray and elegant wolf
who was always hungry
Yeah, man, fuck outta here
These rappers is politicians, bro
No one fuckin' cares, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
They skinny lookin' like Coolio
Sheikh sheets got monsters on
Each card like Yu-Gi-Oh!
I'mma cough right into your heart
Like The Lucy Show we outside the studio
With the punks trippin' like roofie hoes
By Woodstock the beat white
Like Snoopy's nose
I'm fly like Lufio, spooky-O
Wig shots lookin' like Coolio thе drip on
Lucy sole cookin' smack babies
Spoon feed dope
I'm not on thе corner or carving grams
I fuck with mad energy, like the Arkham Scam
For trash sleepers
I got a mattress and garbage can
I'll trade Mike Corea
Aimed at the Orange Man
I talk and heap, smoke salts and vapors
Upstate walking acres, make beats
Stalk the neighbors (Hey)
Clap rappers to dust like chalk erasers
I was in a movie theater one L, off decatur
(Wooow) bitches and bullets in shells
They faked Heaven to put into Hell
Bullets in shells, nordsy-kushin' the L
Had to chew my own arm off like RZA
I'm full of myself
If you feel like pushing yourself
(what?) , attempt suicide (Umm)
But, you shouldn't get help
- This is Roger de Swans
Asking you to join us again next
Week for another classic of the contemporary
Theater on Front Row Center, good night
There lived a large gray and elegant wolf
who was always hungry
Yeah, man, fuck outta here
These rappers is politicians, bro
No one fuckin' cares, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
They skinny lookin' like Coolio
Sheikh sheets got monsters on
Each card like Yu-Gi-Oh!
I'mma cough right into your heart
Like The Lucy Show we outside the studio
With the punks trippin' like roofie hoes
By Woodstock the beat white
Like Snoopy's nose
I'm fly like Lufio, spooky-O
Wig shots lookin' like Coolio thе drip on
Lucy sole cookin' smack babies
Spoon feed dope
I'm not on thе corner or carving grams
I fuck with mad energy, like the Arkham Scam
For trash sleepers
I got a mattress and garbage can
I'll trade Mike Corea
Aimed at the Orange Man
I talk and heap, smoke salts and vapors
Upstate walking acres, make beats
Stalk the neighbors (Hey)
Clap rappers to dust like chalk erasers
I was in a movie theater one L, off decatur
(Wooow) bitches and bullets in shells
They faked Heaven to put into Hell
Bullets in shells, nordsy-kushin' the L
Had to chew my own arm off like RZA
I'm full of myself
If you feel like pushing yourself
(what?) , attempt suicide (Umm)
But, you shouldn't get help
- This is Roger de Swans
Asking you to join us again next
Week for another classic of the contemporary
Theater on Front Row Center, good night