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rayd - tobasco rasco lyrics

[intro] (discreet)
hahaha
this is my motha f-cking like fifth try on this sh-t
i’m too high for this sh-t
i’m rolling weed, and i’m getting high and i’m doing a bunch of sh-t
tobasco rasco, motha f-cking beginnings

[verse 1] (discreet)
ayo
cut off that intuition
through all the crying and b-tching
thoughts recorded and spitting rhymes
keep me mathematically divisioned
rotisserie is my chicken, cabbage is my mission
devoted while i’m sipping
standing but i’m still tripping
diamond gear luggage repented
twisted by my muggage
trying to keep clean, deceased i am not
my parenthesis is pot
laid low, cruising through the lot
i always give all that i got
might repeat if you put me on the spot
shot up and caught
flowing heroin veins, rushing blood clots
straight from my tube sock
authentic vans drilling the cement rock
oh sh-t, would you look at the clock?
derek show these f-ggots what it takes to make your d-ck hard knock

[verse 2] (rayd)
one, two, three o’clock, four o’clock, five
holy sh-t i missed 4:20 last night
gotta make up time so i hold the gl-ss tight
then i put it to my mouth like your girls -ss, right?
haha, can i get a hail mary?
i’m laying down the cable, someone go and tell larry
even though he’s hilarious i can’t bear it
i represent can, f-ck ameri-
cans we get along? i like sharing my bong
but that’s not what you light cause you throw me a bomb
who the f-ck, you saddam? how ’bout a face palm
ye, a cl-ssic old fight, not the stupid napalms
hey mom, why are peeps so angry?
she just re-ssures me that at least they won’t hang me
so go ahead and bang me for showing off my slang
see my words are in your mouth as its slowly getting tangy

[verse 3] (cue)
actual tactical rational magical act a fool
i bottle a genie, you finally see me, i’m acting cool
you shouldn’t or couldn’t or wouldn’t of tried to be one of me
i’m running and gunning and punning and honey make fun of me
stutter me suddenly, hug me but can’t even stomach me
i’m busting a nut, your m-ffin, my gut
i called you sl-t and after the honey thing i called you a bumble bee
i’m causing a racket and making the numbers combine inside of the bracket
i’m a winner with her chicken dinner, sauce is the paint thinner
only got a couple bucks, i’m saying great dinner
ye, great dinner
her tummy ain’t full but i’m bound to put something in her
ye, snap a finger, make a fire, can you hear me now?
the rhymes are hot and the flames are reaching to the crowd
gotta try harder if you wanna be the one to crown
i go hard, the sh-t i spit is diarrhea brown
ask around, i fall and k!ll it like the season
for no reason, call it treason, flow is fresh for febreezin’
and i’m leaving you in dust
took the motto from america cause in god we trust
ahh, trust a boy!

- rayd lyrics

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