Warlock of Smog (feat. Kid Dre)

Check, uh uh yea That ain't Wizard of Oz He's the Warlock of Smog You better hide your house Uh uh That ain't Wizard of Oz He's Warlock of Smog Dorothy hide your house And your fucking dog He'll come inside your house Then cum inside your mouth Steal crypto out your couch Leave whoopi cushioned out Thoughtless Scarecrow Aspires to get pimp on Can only get his limp on Has that mindless syndrome Derailroad your fuss Make Tinman hush WD-40 rust Man he ain't in no rush Check it, check it, check it, check it, check it Check it, check it, check it, check it, check it Does misogyny rub you the wrong way? Real reckless like the Like the Mid-West is Protect your Solar Plexus Be careful Dorothy Rumor says he's bound to force feed Chicken noodle soup, cigarettes, and coffee 40 Munchkin orgy porgy Even though they're 4-feet Cause he knows you're only rolling 4 deep Ransoms can't fathom what he will do Form a new posse Our current clique won't heal you After having a day field He'll pull back curtains kidnap them muchkins and land a Dunkin' deal That ain't Wizard of Oz He's the Warlock of Smog Dorothy hide your house And your fucking dog He'll come inside your house Then cum inside your mouth Steal crypto out your couch Leave whoopi cushioned out Oh no, Toto's gone The f*ck is going on Too many sing-alongs And posters posted wrong On the Yellow Brick Road like Elton Long Jon's Silver dick Somewhere over the rainbow Is skittled piss from Peter Griff Recollect what little Ms. Kansas said There's no place like Mahomes So Patrick must be Arrowhead Airbending thoroughbred Tornado dash amused y'all Got topped off like head of her house and blew the roof off Cheifed a pound, sixteen rounds, before endeavor And even Oz's Wizard gave an ounce of effort Asking for lap dance wasn't hit or a miss Landed on her legs like Eastern wicked witch but did a split Paparazzi speculating who we're off to meet The awful unlawful Warlock of Smog you'll see That ain't Wizard of Oz He's the Warlock of Smog Dorothy hide your house Oh no Toto's gone Oh no Toto's gone Oh no Toto's gone He'd love to Dog you out To be Frank you're Baum I stuffed Dorothy in the back of the fucking Durango I'm pissing off white folk and killing them like I'm Django My chain hanging lower than Jibs career, off the deep end I hope Dorothy's parents don't ask where the hell their kid went I went up to LA to check out the new scenery Niggas kept eyeing me I copped a new machinery Machinery was busting and blasting off Team Rocket was jealous I grabbed Jesse and jacked him off I guess that I'm zealous So I made my own dialogue I said, "How you do?" I'm the new Warlock of Smog Oh what's that smell I guess that's Dorothy and her dead fucking I guess it's safe to safe that she already Reads, the epilogue Curtains fall, damn I'm hard Dorothy dead but still gives some really good head This is LA them Yellow Brick Roads is splattered Red Holly Hollywood no good Hollywood no good Hollywood no good Holly Hollywood no good Hollywood no good Hollywood no good Do all dogs go to heaven? Is Obama really even Black? What's the difference between a Warlock and a Warlock? Is the grass greener on the other side? Is the Wicked Witch really just the Wicked Bitch of the West?