NY Bushmen - The Doppelgangaz

Ayo party please

Rather eat havarti cheese

With dill accents, black cloak black frill attachments

Keep your yap closed about entrapment

Sat froze, no reenactments

Won’t beseech for a prison style preach

And never got riled off of infantile speech

Its been a while, since he spent a thou' on a peach

Styles low-brow within reach

To each his own, prone to drop idioms

Roam the unknown near stone of obsidian

Hold the phone tell him don’t stop to pity him

A true loneshark who’s embarked on presidium

Live in a gritty slum with serenity

A witty one with a biddy of amenities

Like hennessy, ship it with a postmark

From 10−3 loneshark up in the Ozarks

Ayo he in a shitty car sippin tang

Out of a gritty jar, and eating titty bar chicken wang

Spitting slang, like nigga let me do my thang

And from his sleek beak he was known to speak a different twang

And sank his fangs in the plethora of rodents

You can sense the intense aura from the moment that you stepped into his crib

that consisted of a throw tent

He had to ditch the Geo Prizm with the toe dents

Under bumper, some grunters and stragglers

Known travelers, hunters and gatherers

The ny bushmen flaggin down the hitchhikee and then the two dorks pushed in

He said he matt and ep is his kin

The driver made it known that vg is his gin

And just like that, he passed the victoria

And said the floor-mats doubled as a vomitorium

Yo.

yo peep the story son (Oh GOD)

Yo, your hark back got you shark black (oh GOD)

Catch your heart attack (oh GOD)

Dark rap (oh GOD)

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