Lyrics Off the Goop Freestyle - BLSM

"You're listening to BLSM RADIO
Holy shit, girl queen pussy boss
(Ooh, Imagine, this shit go crazy)
This radio show's fucking awesome!"

Change the F-Stop, get my angle right
Need a angel bringing me to the light
Strike you down with all of Zeus's might
Spark my shit up with formaldehyde (aye, hol' up, look)
I don't got a motherfucking alibi
Hold this shit down with a cable tie
I can see through with a naked eye
Talking my shit through a satellite, fuck!

Asian Hank, selling that propane
Poppin' off like a cork on top of champagne
Fuck it up
Shooting shit up like I'm Max Payne
Fuck it up
Get chicken, old people raise canes
Fuck it up
Bitch what you say
Hop off my Johnson bitch not Dwayne
Your shit weak like it be on the wane
Splitting it up like Gigi and Zayn
Fuck it up
Yuh
One leg
Two leg
Surround the head
Call it pythagorean
Shirt baggy
Jeans baggy
Acting silly
Like my name be TisaKorean
Highway tunes
Yeah bitch
I got them highway tunes
Like I'm Greta van Fleet'ing
Bitch I be geeking
Lurkin' in the dark, I go Michael Keaton
Call me Pearl 'cause bitch I'm a star
Call me Pearl 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Hop up in the whip, I hop in the car
Playing the tiniest violin
Edgar Allen Poe I'm with this shit
Rocking the LV
Rocking the Cartier
Riding on ponies
Bopping to Hozier
BLSM killing it there gotta be more to him
High in the sky like I'm flying wit ODM
BLSM president announced it from podium
Bitch I be dressing up like I'm in Opium
Broke as fuck flaunting cubic zirconium
Gassed as fuck I be sippin' petroleum
I'm the last name of the boy called Napoleon
Bitches salty should be watching their sodium
Getting slimed they be on Nickelodeon
Leakin' Heinz, leaking all from the cranium
Bitch
I'm done
Murdered this damn beat all just for fun
Mind racing like in Formula One
Pray for the one that's in front of the gun
I'm content with my life I don't need a refund
Got the dirty liquid in my cup like it's Michigan
My shit be too fire light it like Flint in it
Fucking with mortals so bitch I go "Finish him!"
"Finish him!"
Forget about the bitch
Treat him like Tiananmen
Dripped in that cold shit
Extra from Minutemen
Dripped in that cold shit
Hop out the cryogen
Dodging bullets,
Baby girl put yo' hip in it
God of Mischief,
I'm the Asian Tom Hiddleston
Seating lemur fur
Design on King Julian
Off the goop
I be going all crazy then
BLSM poppin' off
They all be afraid of it
Bitch