Fiestaware

Duh duh, dun dun, Dugg Mason with the M.O.P. shit Lemme just rock out 30 bars real quick Vintage Q quite a throwback like this Womack & Womack It's from Katonah to Astoria, from Flushing to Commack Been dying, itchin' to go back, get animated like Bojack The animalian urbanity is gorgeous in Kodaks Defenestrate the fuckin airpods, help the poor boy out Who on the street and face is longer than a borzoi snout Let the bullshit subside and let the innermost out I mean, if you just being true then only sinner folk doubt I like to walk the city blocks on my lonesome With swagger in the gait but never like that I own sum'n, it's low stuntin' See nothin', then know nothin', that's no frontin' Learning, spreading peace while yo husband is bowhuntin' F*ck the beige you be servin', it got me bluer than Gershwin I need a spur like it's Gervin to keep the pedals from swervin' Walking the road and I'm curvin' but take the blame I deserve it Whether it's gin or it's bourbon, it is my speech getting slurrin' N-n-then the memories blurrin' and then you wake up disturb-ed And it concurrently worsens until you're barely a person You're a tamale husk Hungover, look outside and think it's prolly dusk There be more on the horizon than that shit, so act quick Try to make it so that my habit is rap shit And not feeling venom come up when I see Teslas The most expensive shit that I be wearin' is Fiesta The rest of you cats just wanna seem auspicious "Look at my wristes", effects of all the brags are pernicious We trample kinfolk just to get a slice of cake, super vicious Yuckgod got the dookie chain that dogs find delicious AH! (Before you play anything else, did you hear this joint?) Hey did you hear this shit? Dregs are so deep it's disgusting We got Duggy, we got Dark Fjord, we got Big Mo We got Souvagini, Ken Maestro We got Broke Moses, yuck god HD, we got Q-NASTY, we got Smyth on deck We got so many fuckers it's a fuckin wreck Forget about it Peace