Anglo T - Blood Moon

Let The Bells ring
Hold up just let me do my Thing
Angels with this King
That be nice but I give no Rings
Til the next Spring
I'ma rap like it's in my Genes
You say we have Dreams
But what in the Fuck did You Mean?
I be Mister Clean
Cleaning the shit that you
Put on me
I have it Easy?
But it ain't exactly what it Seems
That don't mean I'm mean
You say how are you but I Say we
Cuz we're Living Free
In a wise man's Godless Country

Where be all the Money
With the lawn chicks and The bunnies
Feelin' kinda Crummy
Cuz I get burned when it's Sunny
I know it's funny
I should read sun screen For dummies
Suck this Honey
I'll esophagus your Mummy
Fonta's pizza yummy
I cook that shit in my Tummy

Sometimes I'm Lucky
Little Irish but still Hunky
Bitches saying Fuck Me
Maybe I will if you Ugly
Isn't that just lovely
Some Fucking Football Monkeys
I'm still studly
After a Sweatshirt and Some Dudley's
Still Stepping Muddy
But I cover my tracks like Humpty Dumpty

Anglo's Mad Again
Brave Hearts don't really Have friends
I'm not born again
Though I feel better in my Skin
Tripping over Sin
Haven't you seen my Sinners grin?
Love comes from within
Not because God says that's How it is

Sick of taking meds
I'm fed up with the fucking Feds
Bipolar Spreads
Through the genes, watch Where you tread
So Ladies don't get preg
With what's inside these Huevo eggs
Make em beg
Just don't let 'em between Your legs

Let me be a creep
I won't try to get Underneath
Fuck up only Beats
Chaste for like Thirteen Hundred weeks
Roll with blaring speaks
You know that's how I Patrol these streets
Grandmas greet
But please don't listen to My tracks like these
Keep it G
Anglo still Syncing Beats Like threes
It's a breeze
Heated passion, like a Thousand Degrees
Sick like a disease
And dope like a pound of Weed
Live life with Eaze
Get out and don't get as Low as me

Tomorrow starts Today
Pick a pass, Sack his Ass, Read plays
It's not up for debate
Am I just supposed to Fucking wait?
Don't worry it's okay
Don't live life just to obey
Pray everyday
Just not for whoever they Say
Make it your way
Even if they label it Hell's Highway
Drive away
Don't kill yourself, there's Always a better way

Written by:
Tyler Ellicott

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