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Dishes [Invain x Papa D]

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[Intro] Ayye! Dinner! Here's the coffee, ummmmm... I think we outta eggs....we outta bacon too .... Huh.... There's some beef tho [Papa] Coffee....n beef....please.... hoe?! Yeah I need both My boy's jaw black popped a piece, bone Afflicted wit' a metal greased coat, the crease fold from when it makes me think grows, reminds me.. ...I'mma swiney Uncultured pig since birth yo Birthday egg 'n' bacon rakes of a type of speech, close Tight nit on a plate, stuck in syrupy eggs, I'll, revise ma sticky denial Don't wanna touch, I'm an exile, been a freak of nature for awhile, shreud Quiet on the outside til I break out Annihilate an artificial heart, a picta that chase clout, claimin' ta be as big as the Nile Ya'll fake flowin', yeah your following is faux 'n' I keep it low numbers, cause I get a real following from ma honesty No pirate in me, I'll still expunge a pose on the plunder, honestly Focusin' on quality, the strengthening to all I hold dear ta me, impose composity Maintain ma composition even when ma thoughts erupt in volcanoes Ma word built to withstand tornadoes No hold on me Cursed wit' confliction like Bar bay dose I'm a drop a double day dose, electrify my carbon climate emissive ambition wit' are cane throws I'm vicious, Jackson level superstitions, mystical chass is, buoyancy class list, ma pen suspension leave tha motor runnin' burnin' rubber, in ma imaginary Cor ae dose I'm curr age ose I'm the only Papa in this motor club, hittin' pubs ta pop on ya scrubs, I sit 'n' sip ma soda bubbs, drip from my tongue the liquid on ya you sponge No worry that ya dirty, yeah you gettin' dubbed Eatin' beef fo' breakfast, pillager restless, doin' dishes, havin' fun Scrub your muff, my lyrical suds Soapin' til it dawns on ya, I'm the dawn of tha dapper don, watchin' as ya'll scamper on, down the halls, a damn damper of a dance to put the panels on, ma pen burnin' walls Nicked a line, the shit I write is real life, 'n' yall think I'm gassified, like I got a vapor yawn, evaporatin' paper lawns, disintegrate like rock lava, I'm Eevee wit' ma water stone hittin' til I crack open that Vay poor eon genome, my genes pull Fuck man, I got too many pants on I'm characterised I'm real life Ya'll writin' like chess is "pay for pawns" I'm throwin' speed storms Evolvin' forms, I see to it your scars torn Shit, I'm 10 dad's to your 1 and even when this is finished I'll still be cookin' in the kitchen scrapin' that beef show Ya [Seamless] [Invain] nightmares the fuel said the dishes going through the roof ham in the middle fuck it cordon bleu this is dinner why the fuck you bring a Rubik's cube come study how the humans move no Cortana this aint halo but got gatlings at the base though grunts? we infantry right to the front we able I'm back to this like I crave flow OG papa on the label I been spitting from the back while no one driving in the Waymo no door dash got a cold drop in the floor stash I wish there was more hate to absorb that you really think the Lion wouldn't roar back I was eating grubs now Timon and Pumba "you gon eat that" you gon need a mod to go increase stats now why you eating beef outta the grease traps never need a new bitch never leave rap I'm a Masamune now find a way to sheath craft lost in the backrooms kill it all like the task looms throwback to the Shaq Fu I don't button mash attack moves this getting pulled outta my ass, a parasite attached too my batch will have a virus thinking "had you!" I didn't plan for oxygen depraved the owl perched in a tolerant state necessary like Jim Carrey bring the torch in the cave throw the medallion bats came hordes of em rain now words can fling permanent pain said the sermon at stake I got duffels stuffing every word to the bank I could murder a face tell em curb got a taste even fireman fuck I'm burning this place I spit so I'm less further erased it's me vs. the AI I'm sure I'm replaced but I aint leaving wiped the dirt on the face I blend in with the mud fuck a shower today this the hour that the evil said to watch for I'm reaching for that cross up in the sock drawer who can stop me not myself it's not me wanna watch more this dark and foggy where's that foghorn another relentless expression and I'm gasping just to get a breath in I said best to two to test this fucking throw this ima fetch it got lyrics rotten and wretched no led a profit forgetting y'all really want more gave it all that you getting