Heems
Текст песни Kate Boosh Shit

[Verse 1: Kool AD]
Check it out, yo yo
Yeah, cousin, go HAM, go extra-buck
Colombian biddys blowin addies on the megabus
Family, mommy, heck of us
Candy-bodied hefalump, hard-body wooza
Gnarleyed marleyed dooza
Slang so weeded out fools think I'm stupid
Maybe I'm stupid baby, crazy and loop-ed daily
Time traveller, whiny addled line straddler
Rather by design than other divine cattle-herds
Saddle up, city slicker rattle snake necktie
Black cat bong, john the conquer-roo
Do what I gotta do, Macho Man, Brandy
Cabbage, uh, not your average, yeeeeah
[Verse 2: Heems]
Chop the addy with a guitar pick
Kicked out of bars quick, bars sick
Competition feeling kinda car-sick
They forfeit, I'm finna be star quick
Heems is schemin in neiman marcus
Or really its, Aurelius Marcus
Taliban like Camby, Marcus
City fulla parks, I'mma get my fuckin spark in
Ya bars candy, merk ya, circus
I run this whole fuckin circuit
Berserker with this words shit
Purpose, burn the shit down on some verse shit

Versus heems swag is on nervous
Body language like you nervous
Me, I'm burning Ls, son
Pervez, back to my basketball card collection
[Verse 3: Despot]
They say it ain't trickin, if you ain't a magician
To beat this dead stinkin horse into submission
And say a (?) prayer right where he shitting in
He's taking bets on who got more reasons for livin
It's the best odds, cause your people ain't winnin
So take this shit as formal permission to quit the bitchin
The tables turned and shiftin, theres no place for you to sit in
Might turn out you the fool once the knife and fork get to stickin' (word)
They say it ain't treatin' if shit ain't sweet
And if the kid can't eat, then he go off the deep end
Don't sleep he count wolves and know that his sheeps' dead
Sho nuff he see red and run from police-men
It's Greed Head I don't know why they crying either
Probably got to do with you being a bunch of queefers: Pussys
Jeepers, he beastin' on all the rookies
Who got the fuckin nerve to complain about how long it took me