And bullshit (ft. zeroh)

Rap can never die that shit is a zombie

I got eyes like a skeleton, fist like medicine, heart like a race horse
Beef like the president, beat rappers down wearing puka shell necklaces
Super emcee, rap rapper specialist
Tap into the rhythm like some motel women
Catch me at a town, I'm in the hotel spending someone else's money
I'm a rum drinking mouth with a tongue sharp as infomercial blades around the house
I got'em holding their breath like sleep apnea
The weak come and weep at the feet, tryna keep it discrete
But you can see that I'm a man of the peach, leeches
I couldn't think of sadder diseases
I never thought I had to defeat them
My verse is like an instrumental leaving them speechless
I'm the cream of the crop
Keep the peaches unlock, my light is so bright that I'm pulling over cops
The light so bright the top is my bottomless
No wonder why you're down there riding with your squadron
Cleaning the toe nails of demons wearing cheap skin, if believe it
I'm season every season every reason to be alive in post modern hip hop times
Post mondern hip hop times

Yeah, shit is hot
And bullshit
It's the [?]
Supply [?] sculpt trees, perceive my leaves
Sway through day, chill breeze relieve my ill at ease since the nancy

Jam ham it in the family pool, freeze when I hop out, yo, jeffery towel me
Sucky, sucky now this book pile
Got riddles in middle will of a scoundrel, willow a character out
Of mahogany, cherry chips, scary hair, steer clear this shit
We speak [?] these parts, freak style [?]

Eco-herbalists, hydro smoke burnout, drift like a hippy jap, swift laws turnout
This the being so beat or not, talk is cheap, deep like we forgot
Just bull shit, and bull shit
Party in spot homie, ain't got a lot, but enough hit the spot on me