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haze holiday - redrum lyrics

[intro: young zee]
young
ah
haze holiday
scott phree, khalib, what it look like?
this sh+t sound like dukes of hazzards
okay
you ready zee?
aight, come on
let’s f+ckin go
(young)

[verse 1: young zee]
we’s bad lil’ boys, waitin for santa claus
in pajama drawers
so we can take half his toys
(gimme ya sh+t)
we’ll climb up the chimney and stab him for it
wit a sword like a matador
all the x+boxes is missin
we’ll fly the f+ck off on donner and blitzen
we won’t sell, y’all team our reefer
we sell pounds to wiz khalifa and queen latifah
pop sh+t, go ‘head, preach on, preacher
there’ll be more suits around you then there’ll be on easter
young
i been bad, i peed on teachers
that’s why i bе on features
cuz i’m beyond ethеr
in jail one dude’ll take three of y’alls’ sneakers
have a n+gga on his knees, like
“please, lord! jesus!”
on this team i’m dr. j
wit scott phree, khalib, and holiday!
[verse 2: scott phree]
wild cowboy
new spaghetti western wit phree
and vodka sauce
jumpin off like the general lee
generally, rappers ain’t impressive to me
no cap, got it locked
ain’t pressin a key
let me shift; petty gift
i hope all y’all get it
animal bars, go hard
barnyard wit it
bring your whole platoon
go baboon spittin
swing through kickin writtens
drinkin pabst blue ribbon
new beat spinnin
thanks to haze blessin it
no priest, no hail marys
no reverend
no repentance when i caress the pen
sinners’ lips whisper sh+t
worth my two cents on the river styx
listen, b+tch
this is kha+lib and young zee
haze plus phree
bring the pain like a bum knee
trust+trust me
i drink like a d+mn champion
panickin, off too many
addies after ambien
[verse 3: khalib]
from the hills of v+t! i surely rise
scooped up young zee on a jersey drive
my words combine
so absurd, refined
you want beef?
i drop meat like it’s burger time
catch a buck fifty, like 30 five’s
know what i mean, vern?
like ernest’s guy (knowhatimean?)
phree as scott, lookin from a birdie’s eye
flyin by, spiralin like a curly fry
i’m old+school, and out the early times
burly guy, from the home of bernie pride
hip+hop dealer, feelin in my prime
got you od’in like there’s fentanyl in the lines!
don’t say sh+t, like you’re into signs
spit heavenly
the melody’s been divine
if i’m in a bind?
i call haze holiday
used to call him kwest
always just called him jay

[verse 4: haze holiday]
cuttin breaks on the wax
i lay bodies to waste on tracks
like a runaway train trolley
i’m insane in the brain, prob’ly
my main hobby’s arrangin
companion pieces for bank robberies
young zee knows
we just came to party!
wit scott phree and khalib
haze slang the hard beats
flame broccoli
fresh skunk got ya knock+kneed
to get dumb until ya knot bleed
red rum, spilleth over the cup
epoxy over your ears, son
you still hearin the fox feed!
when i cop weed?
no, it’s not seeded
but i get it poppin like your top 3
over these drums, you copy?
n0body from vermont wants steam
but the wealthiest hominid has the least
so i’m richer than elon’ll be
f+ck your whole sound, honestly
in every city or town in these green mountains
the crown’s been my prophecy

- haze holiday lyrics

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