"Hangman Flows" lyrics
Tore the booth down, knew my grammar shit, don't be mad
Photoshoot, look into the camera, man I'm Fleabag
For a fee, channel Negan with the lean back
Snap, camera, flash, hit the smolder like a speed bag
Difference is plentiful, fool don't be mad
Different rules now, different manners in my dreamland
Self employed boy, more selfish than a king crab
Please add "H", more blue c's than Steve had
I said more blue c's seen than Sinbad
Scene girl, hair dyed, time to bring the knee pads
Car sex, please, you ever ate a scene snatch?
Rari XD, Homestuck it in the meme cat
Meant Nyan, met 20 with a mean grin
23 now, done numbers, not a keypad
Be chummy? Big chance, no funny stuff
Beef with me? Fuck it, end up beef hung on the meat rack
(I shall send you to heaven before I send you to hell)
Lying fetal curled up on the floor, boy I'm a fucking bored mess
Crying tears, and when it pour it keep the fucking floor wet
Peer and privacy, both sides I go to war for
Pulling up to Boardner's like an orphan on a fuckin' doorstep
First tape had got recorded through a tattered torn strep throat
Mucus on the track, in fact the booth was more a bed though
Shit, left the nest in a time of unrest
Red caps on dickheads, toting tiki torches, no
Walking warheads
Aiming at the forehead, the gore bled, he glad he wore red
Bong rips got the kick of like fifty horses
Hear it from the horse mouth, come hear what the source says
Been a talking corpse, yes
Dead horse beaten, gotta offer him a bottle or flesh
More drinks or smokes, more profit or sex
Decisions, incision, vice picked with forceps
(I have a fever)
Show me where the pain is
Doctor of the spin, way at the bottom of the wait list
Smoking rocket fuel like Goddard, Dr. Gonzo down in Vegas
And the molly for nirvana, here we are now entertain us
To hell with being famous
Tryna cheat the hangman, they gone try & speak the name
And say it wrong like Albert Camus
Really like the stranger who was dealing with the devil as kid
Trade the music and the presence for a noose around the neck
(You can take your medicine)
Pardon my step
Part the Red Sea, walking on the seabed
Got my sea legs, mobbing like a pirate
C. Morgan in my organs end up on the cement
Retch, only friends dead presidents
Seeing dead people, think I got a sixth sense
Suckers inbred, man they never impress
Got a third eye open, winning 4D chess
Yes, talking like a Pentecostal
One of many things that you rather not know
Talk to two twin tens in the Chevy Tahoe
Man the convo top three, on the feet is Tom Ford
Treat him like a titan, we in Athens now
Me and Aphrodite playing bitey at the Parthenon stoned
For the topic is greed, what you want I want mo'
Doesn't matter what is hiding, only matter's what's shown
(One day I will swallow up the world)
(Hahahahahaaaa!)
(And when I do I hope you all perish violently!)
(Hahahahahaa!)
Tore the booth down, knew my grammar shit, don't be mad
Photoshoot, look into the camera, man I'm Fleabag
For a fee, channel Negan with the lean back
Snap, camera, flash, hit the smolder like a speed bag
Difference is plentiful, fool don't be mad
Different rules now, different manners in my dreamland
Self employed boy, more selfish than a king crab
Please add "H", more blue c's than Steve had
Photoshoot, look into the camera, man I'm Fleabag
For a fee, channel Negan with the lean back
Snap, camera, flash, hit the smolder like a speed bag
Difference is plentiful, fool don't be mad
Different rules now, different manners in my dreamland
Self employed boy, more selfish than a king crab
Please add "H", more blue c's than Steve had
I said more blue c's seen than Sinbad
Scene girl, hair dyed, time to bring the knee pads
Car sex, please, you ever ate a scene snatch?
Rari XD, Homestuck it in the meme cat
Meant Nyan, met 20 with a mean grin
23 now, done numbers, not a keypad
Be chummy? Big chance, no funny stuff
Beef with me? Fuck it, end up beef hung on the meat rack
(I shall send you to heaven before I send you to hell)
Lying fetal curled up on the floor, boy I'm a fucking bored mess
Crying tears, and when it pour it keep the fucking floor wet
Peer and privacy, both sides I go to war for
Pulling up to Boardner's like an orphan on a fuckin' doorstep
First tape had got recorded through a tattered torn strep throat
Mucus on the track, in fact the booth was more a bed though
Shit, left the nest in a time of unrest
Red caps on dickheads, toting tiki torches, no
Walking warheads
Aiming at the forehead, the gore bled, he glad he wore red
Bong rips got the kick of like fifty horses
Hear it from the horse mouth, come hear what the source says
Been a talking corpse, yes
Dead horse beaten, gotta offer him a bottle or flesh
More drinks or smokes, more profit or sex
Decisions, incision, vice picked with forceps
(I have a fever)
Show me where the pain is
Doctor of the spin, way at the bottom of the wait list
Smoking rocket fuel like Goddard, Dr. Gonzo down in Vegas
And the molly for nirvana, here we are now entertain us
To hell with being famous
Tryna cheat the hangman, they gone try & speak the name
And say it wrong like Albert Camus
Really like the stranger who was dealing with the devil as kid
Trade the music and the presence for a noose around the neck
(You can take your medicine)
Pardon my step
Part the Red Sea, walking on the seabed
Got my sea legs, mobbing like a pirate
C. Morgan in my organs end up on the cement
Retch, only friends dead presidents
Seeing dead people, think I got a sixth sense
Suckers inbred, man they never impress
Got a third eye open, winning 4D chess
Yes, talking like a Pentecostal
One of many things that you rather not know
Talk to two twin tens in the Chevy Tahoe
Man the convo top three, on the feet is Tom Ford
Treat him like a titan, we in Athens now
Me and Aphrodite playing bitey at the Parthenon stoned
For the topic is greed, what you want I want mo'
Doesn't matter what is hiding, only matter's what's shown
(One day I will swallow up the world)
(Hahahahahaaaa!)
(And when I do I hope you all perish violently!)
(Hahahahahaa!)
Tore the booth down, knew my grammar shit, don't be mad
Photoshoot, look into the camera, man I'm Fleabag
For a fee, channel Negan with the lean back
Snap, camera, flash, hit the smolder like a speed bag
Difference is plentiful, fool don't be mad
Different rules now, different manners in my dreamland
Self employed boy, more selfish than a king crab
Please add "H", more blue c's than Steve had
Writer(s): John Doe
