64 - MellowHype

I never trust faith with my trust funds

I keep it in a safe place nigga, lump sum

Camera surveillance a bunch of fucking stun guns

I’m a snare to the drum, burum-bum-bum

Her virgin homicide I show her how we drum-a-drum

She doesn’t come for me, the bitch only say she come for fun

What’s up hunny bun, wanna feel your tummy rum?

Rumbling in a ring with pills of fucking numb

Your system is my fucking dick-dom

Feel the friction of my children with down syndrome

I’m rehearsin' for my funeral, triple six are the numerals

MellowHype musical talking to my wolves like Doolittle

Think with a migraine like a fucking eye strain

Drink bottles of champagne on a fucking biplane

If it doesn’t add up then ask the students my name

I’m fucking Einstein, I’m sane

Knock, knock!

Delivery, I’m the rhetorician

Body decomposition, rippin' through your rhythms

I suggest you stop and listen to this non-prescription

Fuck your contradiction, this my composition

Leprechaun, hexagon, I transform Decepticon

Rasputin, I’m half mutant, fucked financial aid, cash students

I’m too pursuant to over-do shit, super fluent

My flow is overheated it needs coolin' shit

Fuck being poor and return to the school and shoot it up

While I shoot it like a porno bitch with cool whip

I dive scuba, barracuda, shark water in Cuba

Chicken head of the sea, but I don’t fuckin' eat tuna

I sneak her in my room like Puma

My bedroom’s Jerusalem and I’m Judah, suck on my messiah

Or die and cry a fire, it’s true, so is the curse of lying

So is Mrs. Doubtfire, fat bitches and dope beats

Are what my niggas acquire, if you’re broke, get the cash

Bitch I’m dope, do the math, triple six sipping through a golden flask

Salute Mellowhype or Mustard Gas, I ain’t gay but I’m a fuckin' ass

Knock, knock!

Delivery, I’m the rhetorician

Body decomposition, rippin' through your rhythms

I suggest you stop and listen to this non-prescription

Fuck your contradiction, here’s my composition