Oliver Tree, Minnesota - Next Level Shit lyrics
[Oliver Tree, Minnesota - Next Level Shit lyrics]
Motherfuckin'
Next level shit so, make your next move
Fucking shattered like an embryo
In a test tube let loose
And move to the bass like a fat chick
Or I could punch you in the face
And make your body do a backflip
That shit’ll hurt when the
Ground comes arriving
Hit's so hard, send the sun colliding
Raiders surviving who created my writing?
My existence from my infinite raw uprising
So the system's aligning
To the way I rock ya
Knock ya head so hard, unaligning ya shocking
Drop the beat
So complete, I can fill up a whore
'Cause this next level shit is
Spinning out of control
I’m much too sick and twisted
For you to admire me
My first bed time story was
A crack pipe diary
Pull these pieces from my mind
Pour it in a mighty pour
Life is short when I pull the
Plugs from your life support
Had to store my thoughts away
'Cause they'll scare my fanbase
Freak you out and make your anal
Juices stain your pant leg
Damn straight, it's so best thing is serious
My poetry is perfectly persistent
Are you hearin' it? Yes I am
And I hope you understand
I'll tattoo my name on your
Forehead with a crayon
Man made words, so this is my craft
Full speed, so fast, rip a midget in half, ha
Can't imagine anything that could be worse
Than having diarrhea in a
Full body cavity search
I laugh at the nurse while
She clean up the floor
Then I smile to myself while
I let out some more
Next level shit so, make your next move
Fucking shattered like an embryo
In a test tube let loose
And move to the bass like a fat chick
Or I could punch you in the face
And make your body do a backflip
That shit’ll hurt when the
Ground comes arriving
Hit's so hard, send the sun colliding
Raiders surviving who created my writing?
My existence from my infinite raw uprising
So the system's aligning
To the way I rock ya
Knock ya head so hard, unaligning ya shocking
Drop the beat
So complete, I can fill up a whore
'Cause this next level shit is
Spinning out of control
I’m much too sick and twisted
For you to admire me
My first bed time story was
A crack pipe diary
Pull these pieces from my mind
Pour it in a mighty pour
Life is short when I pull the
Plugs from your life support
Had to store my thoughts away
'Cause they'll scare my fanbase
Freak you out and make your anal
Juices stain your pant leg
Damn straight, it's so best thing is serious
My poetry is perfectly persistent
Are you hearin' it? Yes I am
And I hope you understand
I'll tattoo my name on your
Forehead with a crayon
Man made words, so this is my craft
Full speed, so fast, rip a midget in half, ha
Can't imagine anything that could be worse
Than having diarrhea in a
Full body cavity search
I laugh at the nurse while
She clean up the floor
Then I smile to myself while
I let out some more