Cryptyc - My Hippity Hoppity Song

Halt, I suspect that you're trespassing on, My a hip hoppity song
I suggest that you press that skip button
For I cannot garuntee safety
Foil my plans an I'll make you hold up your hands
And I ain't talking 'bout a stadium filled with my fans
I'm talking about your cranium about to be smashed
Cant pull up his pants containing him is not an easy task
Karen's afraid of a mask and Ken's afraid of a man who's skin color isn't white damn, Imagine that
Medicine prescribed for bipoler infact
I could probably intice a new study on man by saying
Boy you'll need a chair that lifts you up the stairs a therapist
And percocets if you decide to battle me so share this tip
With anyone that cares to spit against me I'm a terrorist on the microphone take carrot Tops head off and then mix it with A spinich banana smoothie bitch let me see that Booty
Sex offenders love my music, take my lines out context use it
As a way to fight judge Judy on the TV not a movie
But I dramatize death cruelly boujee on the mic let's boogie
Come on get up and start moving this ain't a stick up get groovy
Now should I say something soothing or something that makes you puke in
The nearest bin take a shit a pregnant woman couldn't birth
Try to flush it and flood your roomie's bathroom oopsie my bad I'm a jerk
Halt, I suspect that you're trespassing on, my a hip hoppity song
Buzz from the stout fatty ringing the bell If you get it then you get it like covid sneeze And inhale
Bugged in the mouth it's (Okay to) cicada listen (NSA) in ese
Just remember that my rhymes may hypnotize (CIA) see I ate
To many rappers to count 'em so It's time to regurgitate
Like a titan no more fighting lyrics on the track I lay
To rest the dead express contest when forced to spread their flesh onto the beat for me I Guess
I should get my maid to clean it up then fuck her in the butt like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Put my finger in her tweeter and my wiener in her speaker
They say that I should be cleaner with my music don't abuse it
Well go back and listen who's it on the microphone I've proven
That, that doesn't work a nusence is what they wanna hear screw it
Like your mama's baby maker I shake her belly and make her
Miscarry triplets don't anger, I'm just joking around don't frown
Coke and a pound of flower is what you would think I was on
But I'm clean as a bong don't need a baton
To carry this song so ring thee alarm I'm burrying all
That choose to trespass onto my hippity hoppity song
Halt, I suspect that you're trespassing on, my a hip hoppity song

Written by:
Joseph Ryan

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