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caroline records - pumpkin patch lyrics

(mack)

rollin wit my carry on
packed the van soccer mom
caroline records look us up
.edu it’s the bomb
soon as i wake up
she’s g-ssed wit her up -ss up
but not yet let me get up
oh it’s karen hey whats up
got one condom guess were sharin

droppin gold bars like a persian prince
tagged yo crib with cr prints
hotboxin with the tints
notice i’m rappin in present tense
constantly giftin my presence
a little bit under the influence

goofy like a circus act
carrying lighter fluid and a lit match
we’re burnin down your cabin shack
we’re tight, yall slack
caroline records please respect
br-ss nuckle checks to the back of the neck
fat beats more lethal than cardiac arrest
yo max p-ss the crack
so i can get the courage
to bend the girl over
and fuck her right below her -ss crack
too dirty and too flirty
i don’t see the big deal
she just wanted me to hit til she squealed
caroline records is dropping bangers
were chugging yall sippin
i’ve only been getting cuz first things first
been rippin
call up the boys get em in the kitchen
no ride hitchin just a soaking cat gettin
skateboard flippin group of 4 kids trippin

stein stays steady on the beat
cuts sharper than michael myers through the sheets
i’m dropping bars and raising hell
from the bottom of a well with a quill and an oil well
here’s max watch out or he will
confront you trump slump and dump you off
screaming fuck off to the cops
smokin pops and drinking vodka
hi my name is rikaloff
you won’t find resolve
so much experience i might evolve
take this pill and pray to god it dissolves
caroline records
b-tch

joe coffee is all up in it
stein and me are watching with max
as joey pounds a handicapped
old senile women
wearing a knit cap
he’s an animal
not abandonable
wearing green crocks joe coffee fucks til her heart stops
“oh fuck joey the women’s dead. let’s go take some pops”
if you hate my personality
go call the cops
don’t ever try to fuckin come at us when that beat drops
coming from the bottom
but i’m rollin tops
deeper in this shit than
fucking bedrock
caroline records just like pop rocks
we got the best socks
call us professors at the school of hard knocks
its max and mack
call us the pumpkin patch

(kriegzus)

kriegzus is here to spit some rhymes
i’d just got back from fucking a dime
give me sec to catch my breath
i’m out grindin on that meth
i’m phenomenal at rap
so good we’re on the map
yes it’s a fact that we trap
while you taking a nap
yo b-tch is licking my sack

why yes we’re living large
the aforementioned b-tch is marge
i fuck her free of charge
huffin and puffin on a barge
safe to say that we’re in charge

always yelling caroline records
we’ll jump yo -ss call it checkers
came all the way from btown to spit
been dreamin about this since back in the cl-t
well meow i’m here so don’t give me no shit
i’m lit, i’m kinda fit, and i’m way better than big krit
so why don’t y’all go suck on some slit
i cook em up like steaks on a platter
aww are you upset hey what’s the matter
oh right i just shat on your sorry -ss
my bad i normally spit with some cl-ss
my raps are enorrrme yours have no m-ss
i wanna compete i really really do
but sadly the only enemy i see is you
no offense but that’s not much of a test
i can see myself easily being the best
not out of my boys of course
cuz as a pack will hit you with a force
that’ll send you further than the north
whiplash from these tracks back and forth

realin and dealin out the dorm
don’t make it hot but pawps are the new norm
sucka based b-tches trying to get in the palace
sadly they’d find their friends on my phallus

they call me the king of pops
i sit on a throne fuck the cops
in reality my boys take hold
of this rap glory we’re about to mold
i’m not sure if you’ve been told
brandon it’s time to scold
i spit that fire you’re ice cold

(mack)

i got llamas in my shower
don’t you see how fucking hot i am

(kriegzus)

your shit isn’t getting sold
in fact it’s kinda old
so i think it’s time to fold
fortune favors the bold

coming up on the conclusion
accept that you’re losing
it wasn’t your choosing
but b-tch i’m snoozin
you’re perusing thru my stuff
i’ll hit you hard like your moms muff
ouch that was rough i’ll ease up
if it wasn’t enough i’m built ford tough
b-tch

(outro)

k: ayo brandon you finished with that j?
m: here take it i’ll roll another anyway
k: puff puff p-ss all y’all smell like trash
m: we’re too much thank you for your sorry -ss
k: oh shit that cut like gl-ss

- caroline records lyrics

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