Tarantism - The Doppelgangaz

MoF:

Yo Tropicana josh drop the razor, before you pull the trigger slime

No digital shape up, just tap nigga line

Swig of fine wine then he flew to Chi Town

He said if you’re going to pick it out, make sure you pat them sides down

Listen, niggas say they’re sickos, we’re nastier, real Gs hang low like

macromastia

Doppel Gang ghastlier than your average, wreaking havoc

Since the cloak was just a sheet of fabric

Reeked of haddock from all the floozies

Dancing erratically, sweating profusely

Loosey goosey, probably burn you like a Juicy Lucy

Getting in touch with inner hoochie

Beneath the table, flashing her coochi at Bertuccis

It’s all Gucci whether it’s MOF or cousin E

Let your hair down, you know we’re judgement free

Curmudgeons be like «nah, they can’t be trending»

Now they’re plotting, searching for that antivennin, Tarantism

EP:

Ayo who’s to say who produce the best Chartreuse or Cru Beaujolais

Yous in the loose zoot suits what can ya do for me?

Chicken out the packet little salt then call it a day

Hey, did a show at CMJ with TMJ

Rap lords, when you see them pray

Use per diem on the E and J

DNA, not of the gang to sell you the same

Rather, piss on your leg and tell you it’s rain

Shame, Shame, Shame, Shame

On the block where they Buda slang, Oi Tudo Bem!

No parents to implant the wisdom or vision

Transparent with the tarantism, listen

He’s jealous even if you just bit on a Pringle

For years in cellars eating some shit on a shingle

Now he’s got the bank tellers admitting their single

Overzealous off a jingle

Straight deaded by the eight legged

Venom spreaded by the dreaded

Dance like chicken beheaded

Once u get it don’t forget it

Its Prophetic, Tarantism