Zack Carroll - BIRDHOUSE Lyrics

Homie I'm a sinner I don't practice what I preach
Nasty in the street but I'm classy in the sheets
Trap me in the beat, I could rap in here for weeks
If you're snappin' like a beast, give me back my fucking niche
Ration up the kief, keep the sour wrapped in sweets
Flower power passin', I'll be cashin' all the trees
But stickin' to the spittin' is the task awaiting me
To masticate the beat, a fascinating feat
Baddies draining me, and I'm fillin' 'em with seed like a Birdhouse, her mouth, that's fellating me
You don't really know what I'm about, just wait and see
I might pull up to Belaggio rent out the vacancies, the crowd can stay for free
That's the dream
Verbal bout with me, learn my mouth is major league
I engage in acts that all the angles hate to see
I might pull up with the phaser boy my laser make a beam
Don't play me playboy, I'll razor-rake your favorite face
Break the safe, take the cake, play with Jake, make escape
Saving grace of Lewis Center, spittin' incongruent splendor
Freebasin' with Freemasons, I'm the newest member
I'm elated, I feel like the newest gender
You a doofus, you can't even use a blender
Webbed feet and hands half man half other shit
Broke out the enclosure to say what up to the mothership

I'm Overfloatin', smokin' Joe Rogan, potent
Shit'll have you comatose before you know it My homie grow it, I roll and toke it, the Flavor coating on the the Swisher got me choking, one moment, my lungs are molten, I Need to focus, and get some shit to drink in this bitch
You can't frick with the kid, I'm rowdy
When I leave the crib sunlight bend around me
I plead the fifth cuz I'm dumb tight, set my bounty
I need a whip brother, son might get the Audi
Green is sproutin' the accountant countin' tallies
Tryna see some action we whip out in black Denalis
My house is blackened alleys

See you're a sight to behold with hair this luxurious
My cut the stupidest, might fuck the stewardess
Might get my mic cut, I'm such a lunatic
Driving with my eyes shut, my coolest trick

Spittin' circles round these like rappers like caterpillars in Wonderland
Understated stunters we study what you can't understand
Hundred gram blunt in the trunk of the Hummer truck,
I don't give a motherfuck, all I give are uppercuts
You ain't in the crew, that ship has sailed, and your rudder's stuck
I don't really think these other motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
No bike but I got a muthafuckin' kickstand
Fuck around and end up on a stay strong wristband

Yung Captain Save-a-bitch
Hung like a Salem witch
The metalhead that made the switch
The smell at shows just made me sick
Yellow gold my pavement bricks
Settin' goals and makin' hits
Wreckin' shows and takin' risks
Gettin' old and raisin' kids
Spittin' till I'm 86, my voice up in your laser disk
Oo I feel important, shorty said I got her favorite dick
She just love my fragrances but she know what my placement is
Hate the bitch, when she's not around I savor it

This is for the true OG's and the homies
Swine Flu OG in my bowl piece, bitch
I'm Kool Moe Dee with the flow steez
Hoe please, use no teeth when you blow me
You know me, I'm the most clean
Coolin' in the sumo ring in my Oakleys
Teeth like Kujo, beats like groceries
Feelin' like I'm Kuzco, king of my whole scene