(Hook) 44 flies on leashes And you wonder why we act this way With a colored rap tide, by the next pull em down If one still had choice for a nog' in pain The flies in yo mouth ain't movin' Have an outstandin' day But 44 pests in the air waddle all the time Wouldn't be a retorting fact, cats catchin' pray 44 flies on leashes You wonder why they tack this way Been an endless rap tide, with the next street dime Tryna use this city as a live dead bait The flies in yo mouth ain't movin' Have an outstandin' day But 44 pests in the air waddle all the time Wouldn't be a retorting fact, cats catchin' pray
(Verse) I am no Mr. Miyagi on a chopstick hype with a bowl full of insects I am not a part of your hot bed of rule books bound to a mountain of smoldering incest I'm not equipped to pick wings off you to unsmear your remains on a woore's lap Blood red worn, and a stain on a wooze, and a peep from a she Case meat, cuz ya wooin' off Are ya (?) Dumb question Rhetorical embark young veteran Till yo six bark eggs to yo source finna grind off nine Magnitude down to the etcaeteras Brinked up scope finna sold as a human Second hand skin's still delicate Bought from an addict leaked salesman The lead pilled off through a vein to disgust all the venom-ens Damn, you leave these eggs in my eyes again If I would let em 'live, would you die for them? Your machinery ? flies for them Risk kill em then arrive as em Me a drugged down mess with the sacrilege(?) These eyeballs blink till they crack Till I wait one more shrun down to the ceilin' To fight for the cellophane wings on my back wrapped
(Hook) The sky kept flies on leashes And you wonder why we act this way With a colored rap tide, by the next pull em down If one still had choice for a nog' in pain The flies in yo mouth ain't movin' Have an outstandin' day But 44 pests in the air waddle all the time Wouldn't be a retorting fact, cats catchin' pray The skies kept flies on leashes And you wonder why they tack this way Been an endless rap tide, with the next street dime Tryna use this city as a live dead bait The flies in yo mouth ain't movin' Have an outstandin' day But 44 pests in the air waddle all the time Wouldn't be a retorting fact, cats catchin' pray
(Verse 2) I will not leave when a sky pukes dark clouds bitter when the cross faults borders I will not morph in to a tin man sobbing on a hand me down sket when the gods get nauseous I will not feed this here beast, candid pigs betta sing-ular Slashin' myself from my feast, stores out and the ass-ticles melt And the pavements finally felt the uncomfortable tickle of an insect Dancing across a large street where the inbred's march is Slap! That's another one, pin it to the frame where the other ones ain't that strong And walk one ? these piggy sign punch bag handmade martyrs How's that revolution of yours movin'? Nymphess moves at a still piñata Fly, my pretty, sellin' off ? in a rolls of fuck In the belly of the city with a bowl of smack A sun ? preme with a solar satchel(?) Full print through an infant's funk Brain swelling an elastic skin Tell em I wait one more for these ? And then let em all bust till the fat bitch sing
(Interlude) Dark is for a sense all sweeter than a hine stabber Girls ya seein', sugar feeted Pictures of the highlife I told em peace peace, keep the rings around em slash twice Slash the leash leash, I told em live fast, don't fly right Yeah, I told em live fast, don't fly right Yeah, I told em live fast, don't fly right Slash the leash leash, I told em live fast, don't fly right