Dead Dandelions

Pipe this one bitch for the rhyme and hit a kickflip Misfit stickers and signs in the living room Kitchen filled up with bricks and the sour apple gin Pabst because it's cheap, I ain't rapping just to cash a check Still at skate parks, thrashing on that cracked deck Still brokenhearted, so I'm laughing when I get hurt Dirt all in my hands and dope ass blood-stain on my t-shirt, what a jerk, why he fall down on his knees Bastard with a passion to get a house up in the trees, where the butterflies and bees fly high away with me Oh what a sight, a sight to see Beside a model and a bottle of my homemade Hennessy, until they send, they send for me Dead Dandelions, make a wish, make a wish for who? I ain't even knew you, from the guts I'd make a wish for you Trust me, I've been ready since I hopped about the trailer park Six beats a day and still ain't seen me off the fucking Bart Garments screaming vote Deluxe, garnishing pink polka dots Broken Indy trucks, this shit my motherfucking orthodox Like aqueducts, he flow on all his music, then he hope it bumps Mention all my sins and time and time again they'll love it Cobra clutch dumping around the station in the blazers They can't catch him, if they chase him, he gon' case 'em front the neighbors Vincent's major bad behavior if you change it Will the music stay the same? I don't know Pipe this one bitch for the rhyme and hit a kickflip Misfit stickers and signs in the living room Kitchen filled up with bricks and the sour apple gin Pabst because it's cheap, I ain't rapping just to cash a check Pipe this one bitch for the rhyme and try a treflip Face it, all you do is write you can't treflip Ugh