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Time to stop and smell the motherfuckin' flower
First time Vernie rhyme, crime stop for one hour
Fans plan to stand with they hands up gettin' prouder
So raise your fuckin' palms in the direction of the shower head
I produce a crown-worthy sound that'll make your album lit
And I still vow I haven't hit my full power yet
Spit confounded, stick some patches on the sour kid
My hourly is I'ma need a pound of something louder than this
Take a box and put a motherfuckin' Vernie-Vernie-Vernathan inside
And the exit they will find
No direction to they design, they testifyin' against the lies
And it's a deathwish you sign if you step into they line of sight
Word, you heard a Vern in a skirt ain't a Vern to be turned
I'm burning your church, the whole sermon's extermined
That ain't a word but I converted it to verbage
Ain't no bird burn as hard as the Vern is
Vernie J Willow with several fuckin' halos
Nod your head 'fore I bite it off with a side of mayo
Shred a heckler in some epic proportions
Set an alarm for the drop so you'll never be snoring
I see them goofy raps and think I wanna do me that
I fell into a booby trap because it had a scooby snack
No one wants to listen to my music 'cus I'm poopy crap
I found a sugar daddy just so I could steal his Gucci bag
What a lick
I'm in the function and they like what a bitch
Because I showed up broke, sober and with no fucks to give
Suck a dick, I don't want no trouble but I'll duck a fist
And uppercut a motherfucker straight up out his fuckin' kicks
Pull up a beat and start sittin' around the speaker
My friends and I got wax to be chopped and sent into the ether, yeah



Autor(en): Elm Maxell, Vernie J Willow



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