Jonny Apple's Seed - We Pped in the Pool of Everything (feat. Headless Mic)

Looked into the pool of everything and found nothing
Acknowledging
The screams of suffering buffered the in between
Frolicking
The shallows
How low do those Hallows feel

Take a step
No dives
We take this one at a time
And what you find
Well that's yours, and if you dont mind?
Pour down more in your gullet
Maybe solemness is the intent
Drink from the tap sink and collapse
Stacks on stacks on stacks
Placed upon your spine
And that's facts
Like every Big titty goth who gotta rack
Backspace just gave up the scheme
No really, the waters fine
No really, the waters fine

Deep beyond the shallows
Breaking surface tension
Fattest Bellyflop
Slop Top
Throw you off Carnelian rock
Chrome bombs blowin up your spot
Shellac blaze burning through your sapphires
Jewelry bringing you down but Headless Mic running hellfires
Running through your flat topography maps
That you tryin to scheme and plottin on
Cause you ain't got nothing to set your rocks on

Rock boi
Sucks boi
And that's comin from sock boi
O boy
Step to me and it's a rock in a hard place
Deface your collection cause your half steppin
You're drowning in the pool so I'll step in
Rocks been dead
Need a new Avenue to bring in that bread
Oops excuse me, I mean

Cheese louise
Boy you pink as Brie
Devil needin' Jesus
So he wore a Jesus piece
I mean Jesus hair
Should be mad aware
That we got some bars for ya
Here's a call from me to ya

Said I'm KING of da SOUF
Hank Hillin'
Smokin' Pot
And Cheese dealin'
To T's fiend
That's inside em'
Couldn't blame him
Cause I tried em'
But what can you do?
When you can't save em'?
After everything I tried.
Blue cheese is what he cravin'
Johnny's seeds is in the package
Pops on some
He's Beyond a savage
Or maybe like a thumb
Or worse just a rock and cheese addict
The illcritic, the lymphatic
Adynamicoataxic
Causin' traffic
Spazztic
Any word you can rhyme with
Cheesestick
"Oh shit"

Bodies getting stiff
Dump em in the rift
Me and mic plead the fifth

Ooh
You know how I feel
I got that deal mhnmmm girl
You know the schpiel
Jony Apple's Seeds coming through your field
I'm plowin' em
Don't you be doubting 'em
Im coming here
You better b be prepared
Oh yeah
Spitting seeds out my mouth
KING of da SOUF baby

Written by:
Jonathan Stewart

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