Chael Blinya - Warlock of Smog (feat. Kid Dre)

Check, uh uh yea
That ain't Wizard of Oz
He's the Warlock of Smog
You better hide your house
Uh uh
That ain't Wizard of Oz
He's Warlock of Smog
Dorothy hide your house
And your fucking dog
He'll come inside your house
Then cum inside your mouth
Steal crypto out your couch
Leave whoopi cushioned out

Thoughtless Scarecrow
Aspires to get pimp on
Can only get his limp on
Has that mindless syndrome
Derailroad your fuss
Make Tinman hush
WD-40 rust
Man he ain't in no rush

Check it, check it, check it, check it, check it
Check it, check it, check it, check it, check it

Does misogyny rub you the wrong way?
Real reckless like the
Like the Mid-West is
Protect your Solar Plexus
Be careful Dorothy
Rumor says he's bound to force feed
Chicken noodle soup, cigarettes, and coffee
40 Munchkin orgy porgy
Even though they're 4-feet
Cause he knows you're only rolling 4 deep
Ransoms can't fathom what he will do
Form a new posse
Our current clique won't heal you
After having a day field
He'll pull back curtains kidnap them muchkins and land a Dunkin' deal

That ain't Wizard of Oz
He's the Warlock of Smog
Dorothy hide your house
And your fucking dog
He'll come inside your house
Then cum inside your mouth
Steal crypto out your couch
Leave whoopi cushioned out
Oh no, Toto's gone
The fuck is going on
Too many sing-alongs
And posters posted wrong
On the Yellow Brick Road like Elton Long Jon's Silver dick
Somewhere over the rainbow
Is skittled piss from Peter Griff
Recollect what little Ms. Kansas said
There's no place like Mahomes
So Patrick must be Arrowhead
Airbending thoroughbred
Tornado dash amused y'all
Got topped off like head of her house and blew the roof off
Cheifed a pound, sixteen rounds, before endeavor
And even Oz's Wizard gave an ounce of effort
Asking for lap dance wasn't hit or a miss
Landed on her legs like Eastern wicked witch but did a split
Paparazzi speculating who we're off to meet
The awful unlawful
Warlock of Smog you'll see

That ain't Wizard of Oz
He's the Warlock of Smog
Dorothy hide your house
Oh no Toto's gone
Oh no Toto's gone
Oh no Toto's gone
He'd love to Dog you out
To be Frank you're Baum

I stuffed Dorothy in the back of the fucking Durango
I'm pissing off white folk and killing them like I'm Django
My chain hanging lower than Jibs career, off the deep end
I hope Dorothy's parents don't ask where the hell their kid went
I went up to LA to check out the new scenery
Niggas kept eyeing me
I copped a new machinery
Machinery was busting and blasting off
Team Rocket was jealous
I grabbed Jesse and jacked him off
I guess that I'm zealous
So I made my own dialogue
I said, "How you do?"
I'm the new Warlock of Smog
Oh what's that smell
I guess that's Dorothy and her dead fucking
I guess it's safe to safe that she already
Reads, the epilogue
Curtains fall, damn I'm hard
Dorothy dead but still gives some really good head
This is LA them Yellow Brick Roads is splattered Red

Holly Hollywood no good
Hollywood no good
Hollywood no good
Holly Hollywood no good
Hollywood no good
Hollywood no good

Do all dogs go to heaven?
Is Obama really even Black?
What's the difference between a Warlock and a Warlock?
Is the grass greener on the other side?
Is the Wicked Witch really just the Wicked Bitch of the West?

Written by:
Andre Stavarez, Michael Blinya

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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