[Lord Javon Phantom] - Lurch

Well how diddily muthaphuqin do who are you ya damn fool ya think ya cool
Slipped on the edge bust ya head now you drown in a pool
Of your blood mixed with chlorinated water and salt
Can't even swim in juice so how the hell you even have sauce
Can't pay the cost to be the boss so you might as well sit
My timbs stomping on your head will turn your brain into shit
I am The Former, The accursed, man the darkest of souls
Miyazaki even cowers that my PlayStation's cold
A soul for soul can turn into a bone for a bone
Yeet ya ass up off the cliff and walk away with the stone
Attack you like clones you can't go to war with the stars
Jar Jar Binks lookin' ass ya not even at par
The South chew more bricks than they ass eat grits
Man phuq all that Roll Tide and War Eagle bullshit
Alabama stay broke pig skinned all of their bucks
I always found football to be boring as phuq
I'm stuck in a glitch the matrix here is real but whateva
I'll be sure the devil keep his dick in bama forever
I'm not a devil worshipper but know what demons look like
It was these demons here that made me want to pick up the mic
Make a trade for New Yorkers and Los Angeles folk
Few Bama people with me like to call them Amabala's hope
It's either continue the work till I finish my mission
Or be a nuisance like a Southeastern Christian
You wanna talk ya shit to me, but did
Ya wanna knock my door down, but did
Ya called but I ain't got no answer did
I wasn't even home but did
You wanna talk ya shit to me, but did
Ya wanna knock my door down, but did
Ya called but I ain't got no answer did
I wasn't even home but did

Written by:
Ashton Woods

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