Zay zippers, Lonz - Goldilocks lyrics

Enter the shaolin, dragon on a mountain
Dragging on a loud spliff
Tasked to bout the masses
(who, wait, what? where, why?)
To the greater seat, vaders
What I'm catering
Faded till the pain deceased
Awaiting all my fantasies
Creating till the fans in seats
Elated then to panicking, manic bastard
Rascal lipping cactuses
Cackling then back to patent
Patting pretty ass again fabulous reaction
Colder than the coolest kids moving
To a cooler than
Spewing sewer synonyms rooting from
His tooth again
Bruise and dip it's coolish fool
Cuz I'm a proven hooligan
Few assists and fewer shit's than
Listening to tunechi spit forgetting you
Like a chick that's chewing rufelin
Isn't new to him
Limitless like cooper flicks

The booze is skipped

Ride ride until you die

Ride read boooks this is the book of war

Hoodie up, mic wrapped
Doobie for the night thrash
With more morgue, than the nigga
Driving msdaisy had
Hustle for them ducats off his hazy ass
Sys-of-stem, ritalin gripping him of
The sane he had write a labrynth
Breathing heavy through vaders mask
Maniac, struggle with the stroking
So the paintings bad edward scissorlips
Bit of snip to fix them achey gnads
Take it dad
Dipped a little fast soon I'm making cash
Inherited angst wear it and make it last
So i'm, fixing to grip a litter of
Chips to taste it and
Show a couple niggas I'm laced in the meth
Face it I'm best brazen the
Sess and I'm breaking bad

Life is unexpectedly recollecting a mess
Of when a friend
Became the enemy never mended
Or stress it ever
Its catching leverage headed over
The hedge an when
This coon is spittin oozin in
Cups overflow it's true
We tend to do whatevers pointed at us
That second thought will hit ya
Head after he's cornered that, yupp
An zippers knows about the
Fucks that he stuck
An it's trippin cutting through crust
An hes ripping rust from his
Lungs but it's done your welcome

Listen bro, can't anticipate that misanthrope
System slow, and planet of the apes where
He insists is home
Black mask so it fit's the cloak
Badly cast jolly roger to assess the boat
Flag gully parrot on the
Shoulder spitting figaro
Shut up shut up i am flexing
Get it? bitch I'm swole
Little known fact, i am Killer O
Young jinchuriki on the
Track spitting literal
Chakra balls at wack niggas little bold
Raps till the centerfolds
You asses are in menopause
And lacking all the criticals
Stacking all these faggots like
It's average and habitual
Lastly I'm finished, getting mad
Because my dinner's cold, porridge