Paper Plates - Serengeti

New from the third dimension

Write raps like a life extension

All the things that I feel I mention

It’s sorta cool

Like drinks up in the whirlpool

Bikini bottom tops

So we can flip the image

On point with some major spinnage

On point, I take rappers spinning

Add relish, minus the jealous

Minus the hellish ghouls

Who assume prehistoric views

Iron it

I beat box in lion pits

With margarita mix

Yo, I be tweaking this

Ain’t no leeching this

Only heat in this

Like the Serengeti wilderness

Yo Crucial

If you ain’t feeling this then listen more

We came

My mind spin like I throw discus

Flip rap like US gymnists

You might hear all types of womens

Showing rap style

Capable to put a crew of freaks at the beach

Like

Rappers fake Norman Bates

Running in place paper plates

I eat you like

A compound, underground

First that hot sound

It’s Serengeti all around town

You bound to the mall

To the block with some girl

I wrote this on the wall of China

In this world

Dirty Flamingo, Dirty Flamingo

Around town with some

Dressed sweet like designer dishes

Fine wine sweet as her she kisses

Mad tight like I got stitches

Mad fresh like I found a well

With a billion wishes

Dirty flamingo, dirtiest

Funnest nights and games of bingo

I never lied and blamed it on the

Mad rugged, like

They as vain as

This ain’t no opportunist rap

piranha

This is a new genre

The same era

Smooth as Cadillacs

Smooth pocket mirror

I love rap like Fidel dawg

Madeira

It gets me down like

Drippy tears filled with mascara