Big Beers

Big Beers, grip the stein as I steer into traffic Havoc I'm wreaking Like the liquor on my breath Give us a jug Two seconds, none left I'm bereft Of all instinct for self Preservation A nascent Buzz turns the fuzz in my mind up I'm blind uh Busting moves that your mother would know, know My girl dummy thicc Like Slow-Bro I'm The Chodemaster Loading slugs in the clip that are thick Like snowcones I blow domes in the crime and the hot way Smoke some otpay Don't give a f*ck what God say Uhh Monk dropping beats that feel like you're getting head It's often said I'm indescribable My girl thick like the Bible Spark the lighter Pull & choke Youz a joke Von Sway, Feng Shui You ain't held your girls hand I've had her ten ways Straight Keffers chicken That kweff be hittin' Kijai Kitchen Cass, Furph, Hite, bitch it's Big Beers Yeah, yeah On my shit, shit Suck my dick dick Ten out of ten Skrippi givin' me eight point five But we don't mind Critics spastic cause they don't recognize classics Ayyo say f*ck Fantano for the light six Ain't that cunt heard how we cut through ice like a pick pick pick Instagram, taking pic pic pic pics Shawty thick I mean, she a stupid bitch Try to add six and six And she say Baker's dozen I regret heating up her oven Lil monk running round spitting louder than his dad I say, don't handle cash Cause you a Monk Don't become illustricized by the curtain of Babylon Ratchet thoughts such as I need this and that Capitalism corrupting our minds dawg The truth is no self But no shelf left untailored To your selfish needs Ayn Rand would be pleased By this false individuality You're a slave to the riddim Of the algorithm All the content you perceive Seems so unique But the algorithm is always the same Feed data into the machine Verses like these Got tagged by the thought police Monk spittin' the perfection of wisdom In seventeen bars Something bout a car Citroen GS The only savior from death is Spiritual transcendence But I live forever through BEAT MEAT AAAGGHHH Big Beers Ya'll queers Better get on my level The Devil, himself Ain't got no drip like this, ah Lucifer's an incel I'm incendiary Firebreather Volatile like ether N-hexane I can't explain How I get this fade on Glow up like radon All of ya'll are suckers getting laid on Uhh Is it yet cringe To rap about minge and getting it Unfunny hack, David Letterman I don't piss Edward Cullen Long time I been mulling this over Who drinks straight mixer Soda pop I'm your grandpas top Nanny's a cuckquean Obscenely obscure The Admiral's draped in rat fur Blur My cock's a vocoder wanna try it Why it's the magnificent, uh, BEAT MEAT trio You owe it to yourself to see, ho Rogue, Monk, bring the funk Admiral brings the crunch Satisfying like a Sunday lunch Tea and biscuits Bitch it's