Night Court from Lady Dolemite by Missy Girl

Mama, tu paladar brade
Ye, contigo en assassinadas
Se nada helaria, la parec
Magi, como les antes enta con teino
Te geda se que el te hermano
Cheda que la he biu
Pero sa que gallo se hermano
Mala zunas, si peleto
My dochi, hey
Meta pesos que ta buyer, Mommy

Make appear her
Gettem, Mama
Djinn of passive dead
Be a dozy rollin' in the zone
A passion daylight bone
But I'm socketed for energy
An assassin bloomer
Paying our society
She agitate Rosa-kin
She a bowl of lovely
Lock-a-stock

She fool all the algo scene
Paid double, sis
But they done forgot you were real
Remind 'em that, yeah
Might 'bout happen, Lord
Lookin' real in the dissonant shopping hell that people get up in
Don't you let the safe go bomb

Allegedly
Until Dali bless all these savages
They won't

But Medea said your daughter not the June lie
Fall around, almost piled up as if you done me once
I get the bongos
Moon shine of the powers
And you get satcheled
Ration up your liquor
Lick verses while you're down
And then our BOOTSKEY handle frazzle fled the type Bella
Meet the jib I could see here debate us
Set upon, she mess up
'Cause it's about the better power
"Get a fine chico", said the bitch
I minded data souls
And then Misato yo
Sour bit me
Sly with the facts
Boom, Mussy
Hygiene received

おばｄ 王 バイ!
Poser got their fees back
Holdin' on for meno
But 取れとこ の?
Know what you like
Bein' where the men are
They out there tryna hold back
When there's somethin' to lick onna one night

Puffin' in a land
Long about to say, yo
Coolz night breeze wit dey beats on
I know 'bout it, man
If you know, you my credda
Give our appeal with the butts up
Boots out there
With our peace they roll, son
Put the veg to cookin' now, Eazy
Fuckin' all you gimps
Puffin' in a river
Love gonna save you
Look who's Night Queens wit dey beats on

These Night Queens put dey beats on
These Night Queens get dey beats on
Follow my Queens in mom jeans
Timba desperate wit dem
Missy musclein'
Fat sack widda hole up innit
Finna call Eliza's eyes to try for size
Crummy munchin' deez cool beams

Horton ain't hear no who
So don't go out witcha hope
South of Heaven and calm seas
Wiser flies like time arrows, Chachi
He in boots bustlin'
Flip dum-dum dreams like Djejokoin' Roko
Suisfine in Harajuku station when I patiently set to crunchin'

I'm that Hag
So shut your face up in my Night Court, biyatch
Do me up
In a matter of fact
In a safe house
Find a man
Do what u let your body confess
Some long dick ain't close
Lick the fist

Fellow Chan hos
Here we dial up, we see
Just to stay
Caliph ain't no sailor reef for the re-zoned
Sticky babe
Shouldn't have faded Case
4-Chan hands Dimmed the short-sell
Banning the taste
Counting, plumb her member
She's coming
Wet dis H witcha pillow finger
'Less she wants to dum-dumb the police

Now needin' mo beat
Bagga checks to bleed
That with thy Tinder, tiered for you
Had seeds but deez mack trees so hot
I photo they pocket at my phone

Now riddim want meat for the gangsta beat
Tap in
Fire signal
That's it for you
Hash C's but deez mad keys so I
I photo they pocket at my phone

Pussy stingin'
Smoke pop got the belch
And you check the beats
But Missy's stacked to the rope

I'm that Hag
Finna call your case so shut your face
Up in my Night Court biyatch dreams
Cum streams
Cream from stitchin' the seams
Blow out my creeds in mom jeans

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• erotic rock
• experimental
• rap
• shoegaze
• techno
• Chicxulub