Blouse

[Intro]
Yo, mikage, Corvette Mob
D.S.B. made this beat, yo

[Verse 1]
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could fearful thy symmetry, angles of Sinatra
Gonna get a poncho, telling me who or how to spit shit
Make another hit, banger after banging her
I spy a little faggot munching on a maggot
I always lost the quiet game as I was just a riot
Aye, you got an unbalanced diet London
You fat, you can't even fit in your habitat
And your just a fucking copycat, just keep having to chit-chat
You munch on plain butterfat
And I’m from Texas so I have to wear this cowboy hat

[Verse 2]
My only method to cope is to be dope
And to get a rope to grope someone
Dropped the bath soap in the cell
Hit someone with a barbell
So I could elope, and buy an elote
Ran out of my little hell, which is my mind
Escape in good shape, munch on a grape
My babe is gone, fuck McCabe
Use the cape and the cup, keep on yapping
Plan a coup on my boy Koop
Kept on moving on and shit, but really
The constant ability is apart of my trilogy
Despite my inability to do an, educational activity
I just get bored and shit, it becomes a horde
Now I'm horny and hard, quote Parzival
In game