Cook Thugless - Junk Stew

Yo Brian how do you feel about me
You disgust me
I can’t hear you my headphones are too loud. Bitch
Riddle me this, how many bits to tickle the tip of a script
I scribble with triple the speed when I spit
A trip to the middle of this
Alphabetical arithmetic, whittle the wood
Bet on the kid, working on my hustle baby
Darling this is it (Woo)
Witness it, no victim lie watch the bullets whizz by
Pray the lead don’t hit
Pray you aint prey
For the dogs the crocs, snakes and the criminals
Breaking out them bars like the bars that I spit
(Woo)
Penetrate your brain like a rod in a slit
Shadowing the game like a solar eclipse
Neat dude What’s your genre what’s your niche
Bitch I do it all at once on the same fucking album like it's
Picnic by the lake by the farm
Summer junk stew with my pin up doll
Chilling with my swim trunks on, mm
Picnic by the lake by the farm
Summer junk stew with my pin up doll
Chilling with my swim trunks on
Like it's, Like it's
Like it's- Like it's
Something to riddle your minds it's
Never talking much but dig in the middle of thought where the line is
A young buck
Spending till ending my every cent is a centerpiece
I can’t lie, like why guys is nobody fucking else telling me
Yo- I point blank shoot your coin bank
So my toy stash keep your boys mad
Oh.. I been a ghost like I go in last
Bro, you’re trying too hard to blow the gas
Cuz lately, shits crazy
Can you blame me? Just maybe
Hustle bustlin
With a supplement
2 5 coupling
That age coming in
Who like gum with it
Mask is stuck in em
Do not fuck with him
Stewing junk is what
All of us tryna do
University graduated and
all of us like balloons
Gonna blow up soon
Know you feel it too
All of my crew a zoo
Caged in animals
Breaking outta it
Soon as you hear the tune
Been waiting for this for too long, man
Guess I should've kept waiting
Patiently, Patiently
Patiently, work the wages of the days decease
Tip the bartender over y’all
Enter sober but the bourbon curving
All of the suburban hurdling
Serving ‘em verbal sermons
Induced into auditory herbals
This, my friends, is the aviators theatre
Hehehe ha ha Buckle up
Intermission
Must be rheumatism
Why the room is spinning
Spitting sadism this is difficult to re-envision
What a lunatic
With his rhythmatic in sync
Running at the brink of existence, I think
Looking into the abyss his spirit
Wishes for medical attention
The reticle pointed at your rectum like
Point blank shoot crank tune swank
Groove skank skunk chew rank
Dunk spoon ram junk stew
Stank Mob crew flank bunk
Move jank funk screw that
You ain’t fuckin with the dude in a mask
Y’all looking for the guy with the
Flask ask that AK just spat that
Point blank shoot crank tune swank
Groove skank skunk chew rank
Dunk spoon ram junk stew
Stank Mob crew flank bunk
Move jank funk screw that
Y’all ain’t fucking with the dude with the
Point blank shoot crank tune swank
Groove skank skunk chew rank
Dunk spoon ram junk stew
Stank Mob crew, bunk
Move jank funk screw that
Y’all looking for the dude with the
Point blank shoot crank tune swank
Groove skank skunk chew rank
Dunk spoon ram junk stew
Stank Mob crew flank bunk
Move jank funk screw that
Y’all ain’t fucking with the dude
Point blank shoot crank tune swank
Groove skank skunk chew rank
Dunk spoon ram junk stew
Stank Mob crew flank bunk
Move jank funk screw that
Y’all ain’t fucking with the dude in the mask

Written by:
Jean Louis Droulers, Jerry Sanchez

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