Bean Fiend Flow

weird, gangsta rap, unhinged, manic, gutteral, deep male vocals, baritone, gritty, dirty, filthy

(Record scratch, distorted laughter sample)

(Verse 1) 
Yo, the name's Mr. Bean, yeah, I sprung from the ground Not the funny man, this lean bean holdin' the town Got the plastic wrapped tight, lookin' like lima beans, see? But they ain't for the pot, they just good for the fee. I rock the Timbs, muddy 'cause I crawl through the soil My territory? Concrete garden where the weak men spoil. Used to rock the corner, now I run the whole block Got a green thumb, watchin' every single tick-tock. My crew is the Sprouts, we don't talk, we just sprout up If you owe me five bucks, by sunrise, you're drought up. I'm the pod boss, the legume legend, the main source Got that kidney-shaped hustle, powered by pure force.

(Chorus)
 I’m the Gangsta Bean, yeah, the hustle is deep Sellin' the seeds while the whole city sleeps. Sixteen ounces on the scale, lookin' kinda plump If you try to cross me, boy, you gettin' kicked in the rump! I'm the bean, the bean, the whole damn production line, I'm the best damn vegetable the streets designed! You want that raw, uncut, straight from the earth? Pay the toll, fool, 'fore you find out your worth!

(Verse 2)
 My whip got hydraulics, it bounces like jelly I got more green on me than a stalk of celery. Got a face tattoo, lookin' like a pinto spot, see? The DEA tries to wash me out, but I’m non-GMO probably. I hide the product inside old Tupperware bowls, Got the recipe down, takin' over all souls. Snortin' the powder? Nah, that ain't my style, kid, I just steam the whole brick, let the flavor be slid. I step in the spot, smellin' like butter and steam, You lookin' shook, boy, livin' out a nightmare dream. I got foes lookin' skinny, malnourished, and pale, 'Cause they can't get a taste of my organically grown bail!

(Bridge - Spoken/Stuttering)
 Heh heh... Wait, wait... I gotta burp, man... (Exaggerated loud burp sound effect) Ah, excuse me. That's the pressure buildin' up, see? You can't contain the legume, never! I’m organic, baby! Certified fresh menace!

(Outro) 
Yeah... Tell 'em Beansy sent ya... Pass the salt... And the money... Don't try to boil me... I'm fried! (Sound of something shattering and the beat fades out with a final, weird synth squeal)

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(Record scratch, distorted laughter sample) (Verse 1) Yo, the name's Mr. Bean, yeah, I sprung from the ground Not the funny man, this lean bean holdin' the town Got the plastic wrapped tight, lookin' like lima beans, see? But they ain't for the pot, they just good for the fee. I rock the Timbs, muddy 'cause I crawl through the soil My territory? Concrete garden where the weak men spoil. Used to rock the corner, now I run the whole block Got a green thumb, watchin' every single tick-tock. My crew is the Sprouts, we don't talk, we just sprout up If you owe me five bucks, by sunrise, you're drought up. I'm the pod boss, the legume legend, the main source Got that kidney-shaped hustle, powered by pure force. (Chorus) I’m the Gangsta Bean, yeah, the hustle is deep Sellin' the seeds while the whole city sleeps. Sixteen ounces on the scale, lookin' kinda plump If you try to cross me, boy, you gettin' kicked in the rump! I'm the bean, the bean, the whole damn production line, I'm the best damn vegetable the streets designed! You want that raw, uncut, straight from the earth? Pay the toll, fool, 'fore you find out your worth! (Verse 2) My whip got hydraulics, it bounces like jelly I got more green on me than a stalk of celery. Got a face tattoo, lookin' like a pinto spot, see? The DEA tries to wash me out, but I’m non-GMO probably. I hide the product inside old Tupperware bowls, Got the recipe down, takin' over all souls. Snortin' the powder? Nah, that ain't my style, kid, I just steam the whole brick, let the flavor be slid. I step in the spot, smellin' like butter and steam, You lookin' shook, boy, livin' out a nightmare dream. I got foes lookin' skinny, malnourished, and pale, 'Cause they can't get a taste of my organically grown bail! (Chorus) I’m the Gangsta Bean, yeah, the hustle is deep Sellin' the seeds while the whole city sleeps. Sixteen ounces on the scale, lookin' kinda plump If you try to cross me, boy, you gettin' kicked in the rump! I'm the bean, the bean, the whole damn production line, I'm the best damn vegetable the streets designed! You want that raw, uncut, straight from the earth? Pay the toll, fool, 'fore you find out your worth! (Bridge - Spoken/Stuttering) Heh heh... Wait, wait... I gotta burp, man... (Exaggerated loud burp sound effect) Ah, excuse me. That's the pressure buildin' up, see? You can't contain the legume, never! I’m organic, baby! Certified fresh menace! (Outro) Yeah... Tell 'em Beansy sent ya... Pass the salt... And the money... Don't try to boil me... I'm fried! (Sound of something shattering and the beat fades out with a final, weird synth squeal)

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