The Truth from Licky Rappin' by Missy Girl

In this, the year of Business
We be Steppers with the quickness
We come correct with a fresh vest
'Nuff choppas to key your whole set
Swiss hole
Lyrical catheters got your meat swole
You basic like Kim Bassinger
Never knew what hit ya
Poon town with the brown sound
Freein' the mud where Jah stitch ya

Bloody flies around my eyes
In the water like Ophelia's daughter
Brown or Blondie don't matter
I get sadder than a stuck bladder

Flow out of hate's mind
And into thought sublime outside time
Supernal like Nergal was The Mack

I'm petitioning the mission from the fission beginning
I bring the fusion that you're losin' like Napster files
All my dolls dialed up and movin'

So don't creak in ya sleep less ya tryna' catch heat
Lemme say the audible part quiet
You can't deny it
Assalamu alaikum with a wolf
How you tryna buy it?

It's real?, no deal!
'Nuff tuff shots, gots the docs
Thoughts finna spill

I in my eyes shall elicit the Pfizer execs in accelerated crook neck tombs
Million-fold doom
Gonna hurt ya inna virtual, corporate goon

Missy wit da bombastic plastic sass
Makin' your dreams come correct like math
Equations devastatin' Reddit playa haters who can't date her
Timbs be tuff
Missus rocks level Guf till yo bluff crumble
Fool, you bout to tumble, no cap
On God, word is bond
One love from da Mizzussy

Now Tessa givin' it to 'em
Cuz we're the taper by a ledge
Lost 11 marks crossed
Cuz they loved on the app
Swiss, what's on that with their heads and shit?
The jet locked
Drinkin' fifths
Stalk while they pick it up
Mama did mines long time
I gotta touch her muffy on my R-SIM
Lock bot crashing
Bleed, dirty badgie
Not that much, you bleachin'
It's goin' throughout your lavishes
Imma tell you, I'm out here
That's how to fuck
Get along, drink the dong
Charmin' up mightier men, it's not the Loomer
I want all of 'em tit-fuck me
While he's pure of the sea
And HBT

Now how we double all the 1Deep bars?
I'll know your bond
Passing out, how fierce
Then Luz put magical mouse nets
Raw chit-chest sittin' asleep but I'll sort it
So she's now an abortionist
Walk 'em out
I'm out there optioning love under the 5-Star
And I'm loose
I'll see you, no pressure to leave me alone
You tell me how to fly
And that's the truth

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