Vomit - Instrumental

It's the beat

He hear it in his sleep sometimes

Blare it in your jeep so your

Peoples can stare at them rhymes

Real rhymes not your everyday hologram

Even when ribs was touchin'

Never swallowed the ham

He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad

It might need salt like

Your man's bland ballad

A lot of stuff happens that

The news won't tell you's

Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose

Rake it, take it like the good, the bad

The ugly break it

Rollin' through ya hood in the caddy buggy

Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy

Always threw me off when she told me, "Daddy

Funk me" i'm like, "Anywho's"

Seeds walkin' all out in street

With out any shoes

I guess it's better than some funky socks

You need to get her some skips

Before she catch the monkey pox

Instead she wanna hear the beatbox

Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock

Sing it, bring it, back to your laboratory

While he's in his oratory

Glorious like a horror story

The mask is like Jason

They told the place not to let

The basket type case in

He could be some kind of wacko

Waitin' for the chance to heat the

Pipes like a crack ho

He busted in, blessed be the Lord

Who believe any mess they read

Up on a message board

If so, I got bridges for the low low

Same bitch a-go dry snitchin' to the popo

Here, orange peel stogs for the whole tier

Feel like I've been gone over a year

Came home to old gear

It was the shit when I first scooped it

At least I get to sit out

In New York and curse stupid

Plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly

Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy

Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty

Swift with the nine through

A fifty nine fifty well edumacated

He heard it when he meditated

In deep theta, let her hate the creep later

Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data

Say he stay self medicated to sleep later

Side effects is similar to sugar pill

Whoever go next on the mic he put a booger

Ill and made his exit on some calm shit

Begged him on the regular for

Kegs of more vomit'spit ("Doom!")