a.m. pressive – nana nana lyrics
(verse 1: a.m. pressive)
got the blanton’s on rocks, son
i’m talking single barrel
no guns
im not a hunter but i’m hunted cause i’m feral
smooth accent call me farrel
full of puns call me ferrel
my life is stranger than fiction even god says i’m a miracle
a marigold calendula officinalis
cultivating a bright mind for a lifetime of prowess
never prowl less than a cat that’s been unscathed by curiosity
people gon’ buy curiously into my shows to see me spit like a dirty pitcher
my pitches always deliver results that are favored
got more flow than a river
spittin’ frigid, make ya shiiver
colder and nuttier than a blizzard, so all you haters sit down and hold your f-ckin’ snickers
versing more than a preacher man
looking to get dusty with them kickers in springfield man
i’m just over here working with my hands writing songs and lighting bongs
hoping that someone takes notice of the talent that belongs on stages amazing
the status that i chase and dream to take my wife away with
more than just wishful phrasing
until then i’m working hard and always pushin’
caterpillar earth mover, my confidence stay -ssertin’
b-tch
(verse 2: bird soup)
got the jim beam bottle
flippin’ the boggle switch
screwballin’ it up, pitch
and then dip with a kid’s b-tch
i’m talkin’ a bunch of sh-t
beat puttin’ the skip in my spit
she put the spit on my d-ck
and made the banana split
lit anybody shuckin, jivin, or half steppin’
country f-ck and i rep it
tell it blunt, no discretion;
i’m not one for the petting
or pigeon pecks at the leggings;
you can stay smuckers
it’s my d-ckinson’s she’s spreading
i’m steppin’ in with the lyrical flex
and i ain’t expecting sh-t, no gratuity checks
rap hobby and vex, and i leave ‘em perplexed;
a god d-mned s-xual tyrannosaurus rex
kwon do flow, break the wrist, walk away
break the wrist and walk away
sh-t, i could do this all day
freeze and serve sweet rappers, now that’s a sorbet
ok, bird, we get it, you ain’t out to play
circle k feet, i been around gettin’ higher
openly white with a mix of louis, carlin and pryor
stay as excellent as bill s. preston esquire
with a voice that a fill a room like vienna boys choir
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