Jakprogresso - Dredging Mud lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Dredging Mud lyrics]
Yeah, the Folk Legend, uh, shout
Outs to the Lake-town
Shout outs to the Mountains, New York, yo
Yo
I car bomb a clown bus, you a wowser (Right)
I'm down in the dungeon
Spittin' fire like Bowser
Open your skull like a oyster with the knife
I got no pointers for the night (Nah)
I ass to mouth this track
Like an oinker for a wife (Eww)
I live in a Hoville should
Have a land bards but
Got it off the art wiz to bomb part
(Fuck man)
This isn't written it's a blood chart
Punch bars in combat
Like I shot a load on yo' girl's lumbar
(Ha ha ha)
Spin caps like barber chairs then line 'em up
I got the vibe from stuff
I'm the ghost of Phife unplugged
(Rеst in Peace)
Back track smack flat slap the hardеst
Walk up in the magical land
O' art rappers larpin'
LSD snowcones with peppermint
Sheets and slabs blood of sheep and lamb
Sneak a gram in Jesus Camp
The new Bundy with the rails brow, pair grown
Crowbar in the Camaro
Arm in a sling by the sail boats
(Hey there, what's up?)
Daydream drift with the pen
Wake up to a fridge with a head
Despondent pickin' up drifters again (Oh man)
June 25, '78 Omen came
Piss test lit in my golden
Days, no golden swathe, cauldron flames
I'll be killin' shit 'til I'm old
And gray like Golden State
Brain projectin' real, evil shit, blow
My head off on stage, blood projection
Hit three rows in float like a
Moth sting like a needle brick
Sheets soakin' (ahhh)
'til I see numbers fallin' like when
They plug me all in
Hookers on coke, toppin', I leave heads blown
Grandma in the kitchen I'm deep fryin'
The apple freed off fresh grown (Ohh)
Full spectrum lookin' like pesto
The Cursed Tripper, the Legend Progresso
New cult lookin' like Lil' Esco (Oh man)
Rob you in a cave for your echo (Haha)
Outs to the Lake-town
Shout outs to the Mountains, New York, yo
Yo
I car bomb a clown bus, you a wowser (Right)
I'm down in the dungeon
Spittin' fire like Bowser
Open your skull like a oyster with the knife
I got no pointers for the night (Nah)
I ass to mouth this track
Like an oinker for a wife (Eww)
I live in a Hoville should
Have a land bards but
Got it off the art wiz to bomb part
(Fuck man)
This isn't written it's a blood chart
Punch bars in combat
Like I shot a load on yo' girl's lumbar
(Ha ha ha)
Spin caps like barber chairs then line 'em up
I got the vibe from stuff
I'm the ghost of Phife unplugged
(Rеst in Peace)
Back track smack flat slap the hardеst
Walk up in the magical land
O' art rappers larpin'
LSD snowcones with peppermint
Sheets and slabs blood of sheep and lamb
Sneak a gram in Jesus Camp
The new Bundy with the rails brow, pair grown
Crowbar in the Camaro
Arm in a sling by the sail boats
(Hey there, what's up?)
Daydream drift with the pen
Wake up to a fridge with a head
Despondent pickin' up drifters again (Oh man)
June 25, '78 Omen came
Piss test lit in my golden
Days, no golden swathe, cauldron flames
I'll be killin' shit 'til I'm old
And gray like Golden State
Brain projectin' real, evil shit, blow
My head off on stage, blood projection
Hit three rows in float like a
Moth sting like a needle brick
Sheets soakin' (ahhh)
'til I see numbers fallin' like when
They plug me all in
Hookers on coke, toppin', I leave heads blown
Grandma in the kitchen I'm deep fryin'
The apple freed off fresh grown (Ohh)
Full spectrum lookin' like pesto
The Cursed Tripper, the Legend Progresso
New cult lookin' like Lil' Esco (Oh man)
Rob you in a cave for your echo (Haha)