Goyslop gooning

With starvin’ mad actors and jokes for the low down

He did a "bad" job like an austrian spa town

It brown, like a high mound of kangaroo dung in the court

It stung the eyes and nose of suits and ties cryin’ “Tort!”

Uh, he done gone to war, with slap happy daddies bora bora wood floors

Gomorrah, casino wit aura, but tha house always wins til ya get kicked in the head and,

Won’t explore yo corpse til dora get a close range, with your clappin’ four score rhymes,

It done clinking like the slot machine change dimes,

but he gyatt a list of crimes gon make you suck the lime,

Wire, like the pirates of old days sayin’ “oh, that’s gay” with 5 dollar parlays in the may day

Parade rockin’ till the day come and you livin’ on lame fame, it like youtube shorts

With more money tied up than dubai’s ports

It like the Dimes placed on digital ads, anti-sentimental fads, gave a mad man lad,

Excuses to go bad, uh.

It done drinking like bud lite in yo 4 month old xitter account, brain damage

It scrabble yo mind like yellow mellow on the algorithm cain’t stand it, dammit,

Hammer it, blammer it, cammer-uh, it that pic of a scandal slip, sandals ripped,

Like the champion slides, the ice-cream-hair be wearin’ up on his profile

Tung tung sahur got nothin on that low file folder unc be fillin’ with wood

Goon, Goon, save fur’, in gramp’s little stash hood

Done cheated on everything he got cept’ the slot machines

Holla at em’ tell em’ he not rep-sentin’ my sheen show,

But it all gone, tell them he not comin’ back from the down low,

Cause ai slop got unc in a chokehold wit’ three legged hoes and fake news foes

But when the chips fall down and bank a’counts froze,

Those who knows be scramblin’ to say no-no,

Hold yo phone in yo hand like a tablet, phablet,

nabbed it with grab bags of hash codes and habits,

goonin’ to rabbits, like chris chan you mad pickin’ scab-lets,

But they bleed, no sneed, no foenem to bring you down slow, digital crows,

Pickin’, at the corpse that you laid,

with snappy little suit and tie made of bits and bytes of dry loads,

Ginger beer in Kashmir made partin’ words meaning-less

Fein and green FN aura done got mean slow deeds with no dress

But vices done brought yo digital city to a slow mess

Like red black juice it pom, knees, the fess it up made you pay the bee’s fees

Wit no lease, and the amazing digital footprint you left no good

No cap, under the hood it like a circus with no wood

That under clap of yo hands made you a crack addict

Formin’ habits, dag nabbits under the fap rackets

AI slop done got unc in balls, squarely like four walls,

Squarely in the balls, wit no way to recall

Done played a ditty wit an emote like he in the lobby

Played wit diddy and his oil on the screen it like a hobby

Filled out the papers but won’t get no jobby jobby

Cause them forms made unc scared as hell with no bell to ring and no way to tell

Shower gel, in the cell, lube up the nubian big boys

Like he back home goonin’ to dreamybull and the pee toys

Unc done did a diddy deal wit the devil and reveled in hell wit a bezel,

Round screens on his rig hooked up to a hard drive,

Wit fur wood and diddy shit that only can play live