Skellytn & Chief Redeye - Jerk Yer Gerkin

Hold the phone wait a god damned minute
Loco hombre the odd man in it
Throw a bone straight across that finish and focus okay a dogs ambition
Folks I'm gon stay the dopest on stage til
Post Malone breaks and votes to go bath so
Face the bold statements ace a slow pace and race the whole chase for cake and gold Plates
We bring the wub wub wub wub wub wub wub wubs
Step by step get dumb cause da dub fucks a club up
Ecstasy, molly, LSD prob’ly
But I don't even need a blunt to be this upfront
The music got me trippin
Amusing all these kittens
Attuned with all these writtens
Assuming yall be grippin’ the
Content with a little nonsense hit ‘em with a
Bomb threat killing with a bomb set killing in a
Song, bet! can we get along, heck, feeling it as
Long as it’ll get a bong wet, fill it to the top with
Green crack till I flick flick flick flick flick flick flick flick
Man this things cracked need that
Bic bic bic bic bic bic bic bic
Where the creeps at, with a
Clean sack, no seeds Jack, you
Jerking me your name and Kaley you ain’t
Working me, tend to your gherkin!

Written by:
AJ Ruiz

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