I'm not your normal kind of rap In the building where the subtle scent of crack Fiends smoking off the I smoke shit from out the soil Virgin oil, the name Bronson, no Barbecues get thrown with EBT and sea, the air, 3 stars Till plates get made right on arrival The Amarone got me like a gyro the high road, poppy seeds from Cairo Aaron Rodgers I'm here to take the title Rock a Maz Dog cause word is viral To leave you like a wet noodle, paralyze spinal
(Smoke this motherfucking weed quick, hold on get back to you in a minute)
"Darling, let me lay Darling, let me lay Darling let me lay you my burning lips about you"
Dennis Byrd shit, doll your fur split, dig your pockets Then she'll your earth if she's seven days away from giving birth Ruthless, she'll catch you for your leather and your Lamb over wood-fire, extend the olive branch Since the 90s I've been hundred-dollar pants Fifty-dollar linger in my sock Put the lighter to the plastic, the sealant for the top
'Cause we coming the heights, you know I copped the Puto Tried to put it in the pussy, slid it in the Damn, that's the wrong Now I gotta knee her in the so it falls out Take a deep Ancient knowledge the crocs up in the Nile Alabaster tiles in the kitchen I'm wyling Tryna cop a chain that say you chain of interest in the water made of Valens
"Darling, let me lay Darling, let me lay let me lay beside you Kiss my lips about you"
Wild that we living in I smoke got the subtle hint a cinnamon My twisted from the Absinthe You can Flushing for my accent So more than rapping You fucking with the Action on the cedar You do the job, and then they calling a reliever Me, Dennis Rhyme like my grandma's book of recipes I'm 'bout equity stocks, a palm Glock, bomb box Long beards, knee in sports drop pressing on the pedal Extra heavy cause my leg is made of metal Often tangle with the Shapeshifter, with strange hands fresher than Maine clams Making money every day, it's been the motherfucking game tan during the winter laid in beige sand