Ghosts on a Trampoline - A Daikon Freestyle

Man, rappers bugging no one raps about the shit that matters
Veggies
These rappers need nutrients
Did you know these rappers ain't got Vitamin C?
Scurvy in the rap game at an all time high
Uh, yeah, Veggie Tales
Plump tomato ass chasing Veggie Tales

Hit it twice like Tiger hit a birdie
I'ma hit it twice, go hard I'm mad sturdy
Minnesota shit, I'm wild and surly
But if I take a sip, the ride gon' get swervy
Got some thoughts homie share it
But talk shit pluck yo ass like a carrot
Smoking cannabis really can't share it
I need a long green stick like asparagus

Potato Yeah

Blunts so big causing terror like a pipe bomb
I got the roots, stick it to 'em like a daikon
Beat my meat motherfucking eat my beats
Bitch red like my bodies in the streets
Got the sauce you playing ketchup, Tom and Jerry
Hit 'em in the head get that green tama negi
That dill sour, dick pickle
Spill it in the throat till it tickle

Yeah, I'm 'bout to head to the Konbini
This bitch 'bout to get this zucchini
You want this fucking dab wax bikini
I like my vegetables steamy
Say he wanna pop I like my corn creamy

Written by:
Jack Monness

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