Black Beans - Frankie Krupnik

I’m just, eating enchiladas on a Sunday

I don’t resort to gun play, muafuckas manic like the Monday

I’m sick, like bacon strips in your undies

Shit is funky, record pop, vinyl kind of dusty

My lady never ages, maybe its Maybelline

Maybe it’s those Spanish genes, face creams and black beans

My flows like fine dining dinner plates

Chinchillas made of mink, your flow be basic like the instinct

Frank’s ferocious, fugazis sounding bogus

I’m flyer than the lotus, chase shots with cream soda

King like the cobra, do the polka on your sofa

Balboa spit it sicker than Ebola (Hoe)

Canola oil smooth, this shit will be make Stella groove

Like Q I got the juice now, my flows like click, chick, POW

Duck bitches, when I spit shit, like Sid, yo I’m viscous with that 58

Damn straight, no debate

Thought I couldn’t rap without puffing, proved myself wrong

Hot like Tucson, cut them samples up like coupons

Just move on if you ain’t fuckin with it

When it’s all said and done your opinion means nothing kid

Zero fucks given, when I’m tearing up a beat

Chicken heads clucking, out (there) searching for some street meat

The world’s a sick place, lace beats with slick bass

I’m out this universe like them clowns from outer space

Ya, Ya

Abrasive with my word choices

Cement shoes on beats, have them sleeping with the oysters

Yippy Ki Yay bitch, I’m sitting sideways

I do it my way, I love carbohydrates

Grape cigarillos, shoes made from armadillos

Frankie cooler than the back side of your pillow, kiddo

I spit like mac 11's, send beats to heaven

Yo, I’m deadly like them sins bitch I’m talking all 7

My music’s soothing like a Morgan Freeman narrative

I’m usually boozing, keep that fridge stocked and that’s imperative

Car crash, barely lived, got concussed up

Maybe that explains why my thought are all fucked up

Lock and load, I explode like it’s Oklahoma

Hippies drinking mocha’s, at the park doing yoga

No more features on my albums

I’m the creature from the black lagoon bitch

And Frankie flyer than the falcon

Random shit, hammers click, fools be ducking

Hacking up these beats, I saw them up like Jimmy Duggan

Listen pumpkin, I smash beer after beer till I’m near-sighted

Used to puff herb in the Caviller until I couldn’t lift my eye lids

A hybrid, fucked up like the climate, the finest

Muafucka, sippin Wiser’s till I’m silent

I’m usually pretty calm, but I rap I get violent