Big Cracka - GRAPHIC / 2 MAN (feat. Sweet Serenade)

Took a percocet, ended up in a circus tent
When I purchased it, I think it had plent' of fentanyl
When I'm in the court like LeBron, I gotta ball
When they convicting me, I'ma just be like naw
All this gold on me, all these hoes on me
Because I make money and I can beat it funny
Looked at her, got a boner
Shit, I gotta boner
And now I gotta bone her
Like I got osteosarcoma
Smoked a blunt and woke up at nine P.M.
I was like wtf and got some wine
Woke up hungover and I picked up the nine
Started killin' motherfuckers
Perfect shot like a dime, I
Belong in a facility, correctional
Cause old lady gave me boner, unacceptable
I'm sorry, it was really unintentional
She was bad though, lowkey erectional
Slouch got me hooked up like a crack addict
Fucked a bitch and she went and slapped my dick
I think I might really be a crack addict
Shit gets serious, dude, I'm a crack addict
Had a sex tape, it was low-key too graphic
It's only because I have such a ginormous fat dick
Floors creaking, doors squeaking, cause we in the attic
Lowkey on some crazy shit, pornographic
I went to the DMV
Blew it up like Spongebob on TV
Then I went to AMC
Watched a movie and busted on the people in front of me
Then I went home and made a song
Made it long, cause the fans deserve something prolonged
I was tired as fuck, I wanted to be done
But then I realized that we ain't done

I could've been born big-eared or stayed invasive, so I couldn't have shit back
But I was born to melody, rhyme, and lyrics, so chill out, ice pack
Me and Cracka collect so many Grammys, that's a display list
"2-MAN" on God's iPod, yes, I'd be on his playlist, faggot

I'm staying on my shit like I got some weird kinks
I'm only making hits while yo shit stinks
I got the penmanship, I ain't even got to think
I ain't even got to blink and I'm already on the brink

Of busting on your face
Hot skinny twink reminds me of a vase
Don't forget that white bitch with her little itty-bitty titties
Like the itsy-bitsy spider, make a web all on her clitty, yuck

Y'all saying I'm so good, like I ain't under no labels
'Bout to create me a TV show, call me Vince Staples
All these old heads like Ye and Em, y'all careers are unstable
Blood dripping down from your forehead like I gave you a facial, uh

Running on that flow like we Tyler and Rocky
Hitting that shit back and forth like we playing some hockey
Was hitting it raw so long that my balls have gone balky
Bitch, what the fuck you talking 'bout? You getting too cocky

Taking cheeks one at a time like a two-man
In the hole like Fruity Loops, I'm a toucan
Who going first? Like you or me? I think you can
Can you beat the beat or beat some cheeks like us, only few can

Written by:
Big Cracka

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