Rushy... Rushy... Rush! Ayy Ay Im the kind of dude that dont give a flyin fck, Im pilotin the fck u plane All this smoke around rush, Im a genie in the lamp, makin wishes go insane n I jus be high fo no reason, call it recreational treason Im in my own hemisphere, 4 seasons of green, Im the reason its freezin Call it a heist when they givin u flak, Im the mask on the Mona Lisa Smokin clouds so thick, you'd think Im weavin a blanket fo God to take a nap High fo no reason, Im speakin in tongues, my dictionary came pre-rolled in a zap Dont ask me sht, Im astronomical That pusssy prime cut, she melt on the tongue Goofys on thin ice, skatin fo they life, I got the flamethrower on my waist fo fun I hate rodents, they squeak n they scatter I stay chokin on that gas-gas-gas-gas-gas, make the Reaper need a ladder Talk sht? Thats a death wish, written in hieroglyphics on a tone-deaf note I can get u whacked n I am the whackin! u can picture that? Til my Pew-pow develop ur film, call it Kodak-in Take ur ends, Im takin ur last sht Fck ur ho while u cuttin ur grass, Im mowin down ur past tense Goin nowhere fast Im in the lane to Heaven With my dead folks, smokin on a joke, til the punchline arrive Loud so strong, it translate to Morse (Beep-beep!) Goofys lyin thru they teeth, now they speak in corpses (Deadasss!) Picture this, a lens crack, now ur focus is faded Pull up ghost, now he float—aint no life vest in this wave (Nah!) Hung him like a portrait—frame him fo the culture Dumped him in the ocean, now he sleepin with the lobsters (Glub!) Btch said, "Promise?"—nah, promethazine got me noddin (Zzz) She wrote my name on her toy, now she playin with a god (Heh!) Smoke so loud, it screamin—call it yell-oh (Ayy!) She said she’ll lie fo me (Mmm), then she laid fo me (Dam!) She said she's fallin in love, btch, where's ur parachute? I aint fallin fo that, Im too high, check the altitude Goofy keep talkin that smoke, we gon give his lungs a substitute An asthma attack from the MAC, thats that trigger-finger attribute She dont wanna fck ur sorry as, she jus sorry fo u, thats the absolute truth I put the art in artery, my heart is the fact, u goofys is actors reactin to that I put my head in her lap, its a baptism, she got that super-soaker cataclysm it dont get no wetter than that, Im a fish in her cat, she got that forbidden fruit, Im a gnat Daylight deceives, but the dark reveals schemes, got ghosts in my dreams when the light beam leaves Weak sht aint tolerable, straight unallowable, my trigger jus knowable, the damage showable, aint no removable Y'all murmurin muffled, hustle thru the scuffle, cant hear the bluff when the bass is rough, thats enough of that fluff! If its pourin, Im soarin, sendin em sky-high, aint no rain check, boy, this a goodbye to ur eye if u try to lie tooly make em crumple, like a comic strip, POW! in the temple, watch ur brains jus drip-drip-drip, then the blood jus slipy-slip Im jus merchin myself I be feelin myself so hard, Im sexually nurturin myself Finger-fckin my own consciousness, then Im splurgin on self, what else? She want Rush all to herself, wanna be Mrs. Myself I had to call up her cell, tell her to call me "Himself" Matter fact, I am him, so when u see me, jus say, "There he is, by hisself" Smokin on that kill, tho, this kushy is a screamer It dont whisper to a rush, its a full-blown streamer These btches, they need a daydreamer A nightmare dresser, a Rushy Rush pressure type of blessin She said thats my pusssy, I said "girl, u jus guessed it" Rushy... Rushy... Rush!
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