Statue - Snowgoons, Virtuoso

You know me well, blow the L

I burn blunts with Jesus and Satan smoke in holy Hell

Tattoo in my blood stream, that blue

Green got me stuck on these, statue

So high that I can’t move, statue

Hold my ground hard body, statue

Snowgoons, big bang, click aim blast you

Left in the morgue stiff as a board, statue

That cash rule make the globe rotate, ask Wu

Black blue your?

rap crew, clap you

Light you, ash you, smoke you, pass you

Junkie for them beats like DJ Babu

Virtuoso king of the jungle up in this rap zoo

You’re not even a pussy, you’re what pussies eating, cat food

Raw blooded knight like a vampire?

Hold the toaster, holy ghost the fifth is supernatural

You are just a pupil, the master is teaching class dude

So shut the fuck up when I’m rapping I didn’t ask you

I run with cats who are straight nuts cashews

We don’t cop bottles at the spot we bring a flask to

I’ll mash you if you puffing on that afghoo

Crack two dutches fill em up with kief and hash too

Man I’m always stoned, statue

Act one’s done son stay tuned for act two

Excuse me miss but can a boy ask you

For your math?

cause your hips and that ass boom

Got my cock on rock, statue

I had to stop cause I’m not bashful

I want to mack you, tap you, and then sack you

Hit you from every single position, no taboo

Then I’ll rope your hands with the lasso

Now stop, hold that pose girl, statue

Henny and Remi got my head sprung papoose

Cats are lame, snatch the game back, jack you

Shrapnel pierce your bodily capsule

Hack you to pieces, the beast attack you

I have to regulate you faggot maggot rap dudes

You stay biting that shit, ask?

You’re a court jester and I’m the king of the castle

Don’t rule cause I want to, I lead cause I have to

Your flow’s water and sucrose Snapple

I throw the hook and pull the moon close, grapple

With the serpent in the garden for the apple

Then fuck Eve bro in the Lord’s tabernacle

I’ll slap the chaplain of the chapel

For distorting the truth and not being factual

You want blasphemous bars, check the last few

But still the Lord bless me, achoo

Born with rap flu, a natural, it’s casual

Lose the mask dude, you’re ready, raps are past due

Wack crew snafu act fool I’m going at you

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my.22 and blast you

That tool will leave you still, statue

Hard cause a gash through your grill when it slash you

On my own page when I pigeon?

you

I maintain my position, statue