BEAT MEAT - Big Beers Lyrics

Big Beers, grip the stein as I steer into traffic
Havoc I'm wreaking
Like the liquor on my breath
Give us a jug
Two seconds, none left
I'm bereft
Of all instinct for self
Preservation
A nascent
Buzz turns the fuzz in my mind up
I'm blind uh
Busting moves that your mother would know, know
My girl dummy thicc
Like Slow-Bro
I'm The Chodemaster
Loading slugs in the clip that are thick
Like snowcones
I blow domes in the crime and the hot way
Smoke some otpay
Don't give a f*ck what God say
Uhh
Monk dropping beats that feel like you're getting head
It's often said
I'm indescribable
My girl thick like the Bible
Spark the lighter
Pull & choke
Youz a joke
Von Sway, Feng Shui
You ain't held your girls hand
I've had her ten ways
Straight Keffers chicken
That kweff be hittin'
Kijai Kitchen
Cass, Furph, Hite, bitch it's
Big Beers

Yeah, yeah
On my shit, shit
Suck my dick dick
Ten out of ten
Skrippi givin' me eight point five
But we don't mind
Critics spastic cause they don't recognize classics
Ayyo say f*ck Fantano for the light six
Ain't that cunt heard how we cut through ice like a pick pick pick
Instagram, taking pic pic pic pics
Shawty thick
I mean, she a stupid bitch
Try to add six and six
And she say
Baker's dozen
I regret heating up her oven
Lil monk running round spitting louder than his dad
I say, don't handle cash
Cause you a Monk
Don't become illustricized by the curtain of Babylon
Ratchet thoughts such as
I need this and that
Capitalism corrupting our minds dawg
The truth is no self
But no shelf left untailored
To your selfish needs
Ayn Rand would be pleased
By this false individuality
You're a slave to the riddim
Of the algorithm
All the content you perceive
Seems so unique
But the algorithm is always the same
Feed data into the machine
Verses like these
Got tagged by the thought police
Monk spittin' the perfection of wisdom
In seventeen bars
Something bout a car
Citroen GS
The only savior from death is
Spiritual transcendence
But I live forever through
BEAT MEAT
AAAGGHHH

Big Beers
Ya'll queers
Better get on my level
The Devil, himself
Ain't got no drip like this, ah
Lucifer's an incel
I'm incendiary
Firebreather
Volatile like ether
N-hexane
I can't explain
How I get this fade on
Glow up like radon
All of ya'll are suckers getting laid on
Uhh
Is it yet cringe
To rap about minge and getting it
Unfunny hack, David Letterman
I don't piss
Edward Cullen
Long time I been mulling this over
Who drinks straight mixer
Soda pop
I'm your grandpas top
Nanny's a cuckquean
Obscenely obscure
The Admiral's draped in rat fur
Blur
My cock's a vocoder wanna try it
Why it's the magnificent, uh, BEAT MEAT trio
You owe it to yourself to see, ho
Rogue, Monk, bring the funk
Admiral brings the crunch
Satisfying like a Sunday lunch
Tea and biscuits
Bitch it's