Loose Lyrics | Original poetry by Dookiebrownflow
If you stepping prepare to crash you bandicot
You stay afloat I plan to shoot
Airholes out of weirdos
Them hogies aint hero's
They fear those
Pierce flows through queer foes
grand theft your main hoe
Stick shift assassin
Who be the object of her caption
NOT YOU
Its the art Lord of the art form
Dubbed as boom bap
Sly fox of the smooth cats
Elude traps
Teenage age mutant
Until my eyeholes
Spiral through inferno's of trials
Shape shift through the space of ape shit
Patience be a virtue
She waited till it stiffened
And splash blast like squirtle
Curdle stomachs
Hurdle 100
Perl a blunt when I'm rolling something
Main objective is to take ya breath when
I spit and aim my essence at your main intestint
The games infested with the lamest peasants
So we tread the underground sewers
Where the Dookie lies
I speak shit up on these instrumentals
Be kaioken on a pen or pencil
Place the Peter on ya bitches Temple
I quagmire ya Louis Lane
Its open game once I throw the flames
Its a poker game once she show her face
Numb her jaws no novicane Nigga
Give this to ya fat bitch
tell her dookies an addict
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