Charcuterie Too

We are free-roving bovines. We run free, today The order was given, to turn cows to arborists You flexin' with a heavy weight. These accoutrements'll make your jaw and the levies break With no gavel, I still legislate. Nickel-plated aids'll turn your face to a pepper stake Any grab hammer'll make most your brains levitate The soup's salmon, the kicks is black acetate I hoist boisterous bars with acid taste I'm like Cesar Millan with these bulldogs at bay Stay moist up in the car as I grab them kicks The flow's so magnetic, it'll attract the heat I feed this meat to your bay, I got the masturbate New motorboat, rabbit coat, I let them tassels hang Stripes in the street, got promoted off the penmanship I'm finna show all these little dudes how to kill this shit Y'all niggas stay cappin' in your sentences Your homies flash fake-ass rollies like photosynthesis The chroma's on me, and I'm poppin' most you dissidents I shoot a bolt through your hat, Philip Rivers shit You P.S. against, bitch, I up it, then your packs'll sit Two double-B bays flippin' off my mattresses I enjoy cruel satisfaction The tone and flow is smooth as Freddie Jackson We ain't fuckin' with you puppets, group crews or factions This Bovine, homie, ain't no slippin, ain't no lackin Let's go Bovine partner, get the four-four, bro It's go time, partner Bovine partner This Bovine partner, get the four-four, bro It's go time, partner Bovine partner This Bovine Get the four-four, bro It's go time Go time