Stoned at KFC (Prod. Escobeer)
• Written by JFreakTheSizzleGod
freak on the beat,
finna be elite seems to me,
i speak sweet like candy teeth,
what i say i dont it take back,
i dont play chasing bag,
i wont stay playing past,
this no baseball,
shits like a fetal fall,
when the beat drops,
sending while my feet flop in some mint crocs,
no tiktoc i forgotten my bars are demonic
songs with the mane probs far haunted,
when a star is ashamed it stops rotten,
like frogs in a pond, sauced on the job,
till i'm copping all the prods,
like im nauseous for some pods,
stuck on nicotine like marge Simpsons sisters,
fuck a limozine i finna ride a lizard, freakymane the wizard,
god with an odd liver,
