"Arms Tied Freestyle" lyrics
Three horned bull, color bright carmine
Spit inside the punch bowl on the prom night
Show up to the arms fight, both arms tied
Bomb inside the bomber jacket go out yelling "bonzai"
Show in the garage, fuck a stadium
Talking wrong, the downers' fault, Klonopin and Valium
Walking out with socks on, would suck to wake my lady up
The only time we kicking shit with ya'll is with Palladiums
Seeing 20/20, but I'm 80 up
Everything 100 in the radius, this ain't on the radio
Coach seat ranking, yeah the fleas my carry on
Sleeping in the basement, a real barbarian
Ya'll could hit the nitrous
Sug can handlebars though, spoke more like a cyclist
Looking like a Lost Boy, sleeping thru the brightness
It's blinding, need a warning right before you hit the light switch
Never been the like, and it's blocked til the teeth softening
Put a hole under the Barney's and put the coffin in
Man the banshee cutting pinkies, pissing me off, and
Send the finger back and wrapped up packaged as a peace offering
80 down and ram em, move the hand and give the signal
Screaming in the phantom, got the Fanta in my system
Welcome to the Sugarman and I ain't talking Sixto
Everything you heard is true so mark it with the stigma
Siren calling, sick, ain't that the dumbest noise you ever heard
I ain't falling quick so if I did it was the devil's work
Doctor say to peep the ink blot, all I see is VSOP
Take a sample of my vomit, I'm a fuckin stinkpot
What's the game? I ain't tolerant
I ain't never change once, fuck Donald Trump
They ain't Aardman, you a chicken, why you tryna run
Cop a chicken fried rice at the China One
Putting on a show, get the wig too powdered up
Pick your move partner, get it started like sourdough
G this ain't a Guiness, it's a god damn power up
She know that I'm Him just like the villain outta Powerpuff
Lights up, powers on (move right there) Brother stay put
I'm a fucking alcoholic but I make it look good
If you thinking you recall it then your memory shook
You ain't read me like The Monster at the End of This Book
Musta been a mixup, never need the Input
Pray I don't get paparazzi pimp, I'll turn to Big Foot
Out a chalice or a goblet when I'm drinking pig blood
Always with a ten plus, always been the template
Yeah burn down the levee
All the dirt on these hands stands heavy
Once I'm dead, turn this into a weapon
And lay this to bed on the on the tips of machetes
Activated go and say the words
Murk the master and your greaters, now you saving the world
A supernatural disaster, will somebody light me up a beacon
Everytime I think I finally get the answer I'm fucked
Loose cannon that I bet I sunk
Getting money like a pirate I'm a dead eye punk
Inspiration should be easy to find
But it's more easy to cry, so come forth with whatever might
Spit inside the punch bowl on the prom night
Show up to the arms fight, both arms tied
Bomb inside the bomber jacket go out yelling "bonzai"
Show in the garage, fuck a stadium
Talking wrong, the downers' fault, Klonopin and Valium
Walking out with socks on, would suck to wake my lady up
The only time we kicking shit with ya'll is with Palladiums
Seeing 20/20, but I'm 80 up
Everything 100 in the radius, this ain't on the radio
Coach seat ranking, yeah the fleas my carry on
Sleeping in the basement, a real barbarian
Ya'll could hit the nitrous
Sug can handlebars though, spoke more like a cyclist
Looking like a Lost Boy, sleeping thru the brightness
It's blinding, need a warning right before you hit the light switch
Never been the like, and it's blocked til the teeth softening
Put a hole under the Barney's and put the coffin in
Man the banshee cutting pinkies, pissing me off, and
Send the finger back and wrapped up packaged as a peace offering
80 down and ram em, move the hand and give the signal
Screaming in the phantom, got the Fanta in my system
Welcome to the Sugarman and I ain't talking Sixto
Everything you heard is true so mark it with the stigma
Siren calling, sick, ain't that the dumbest noise you ever heard
I ain't falling quick so if I did it was the devil's work
Doctor say to peep the ink blot, all I see is VSOP
Take a sample of my vomit, I'm a fuckin stinkpot
What's the game? I ain't tolerant
I ain't never change once, fuck Donald Trump
They ain't Aardman, you a chicken, why you tryna run
Cop a chicken fried rice at the China One
Putting on a show, get the wig too powdered up
Pick your move partner, get it started like sourdough
G this ain't a Guiness, it's a god damn power up
She know that I'm Him just like the villain outta Powerpuff
Lights up, powers on (move right there) Brother stay put
I'm a fucking alcoholic but I make it look good
If you thinking you recall it then your memory shook
You ain't read me like The Monster at the End of This Book
Musta been a mixup, never need the Input
Pray I don't get paparazzi pimp, I'll turn to Big Foot
Out a chalice or a goblet when I'm drinking pig blood
Always with a ten plus, always been the template
Yeah burn down the levee
All the dirt on these hands stands heavy
Once I'm dead, turn this into a weapon
And lay this to bed on the on the tips of machetes
Activated go and say the words
Murk the master and your greaters, now you saving the world
A supernatural disaster, will somebody light me up a beacon
Everytime I think I finally get the answer I'm fucked
Loose cannon that I bet I sunk
Getting money like a pirate I'm a dead eye punk
Inspiration should be easy to find
But it's more easy to cry, so come forth with whatever might
