EveryDeYoe - Forest Floor Lyrics

So make way
I got the key controlled, Dikembe wave
My name's DeY
I autopilot hybrids to jot with a v-8
Popping like Don Perignon shaken for fifty five days
Yippee-ki-yay the tie-dye mad flavor
Cyanide line creator
I annihilate paper
Need to write on rock walls like a tribe
Otherwise there's no saving the data
I be the human baked potater
Stuffing doinks up in my nasal
Like it's Charmin for a bloody haymaker
Eerie Superior Great Lake body material
Pay rate stay zero for pumping gold out your speakers
Meanwhile dudes'll get a buck if they summon a demon
Chugging goat blood and marking death on a once loved being
I'm all seeing, activation completed
Swallowed a whole bottle of red pills in my moms fetus
The final answer
But I'm not talking to Regis
Cause six figures represents piranha's and leeches
All I need is a constant head-bob and your mental focus
Stunning crowds like the tear gas from the all black soldiers
Hard to follow like an augmented Hayabusa's motion
Or an auctioneer reading the script of Quantum Solace
Pip Doughnut small
Buck twenty something but the flavor enormous
The gourmet chef cooking herbs with no chorus
My core is a molten golden constantly forging reflection of Portland
Raweed Wallace Trailblazing Timbers to my organs
Remain amorphous, liquid swordsmith
Pif-forged corpus
Thick as Berenstein porridge
Doinks enormous stuffed in my sniffer
Gosh darn ocular disabled
Theme song should be a mix of Steve Wonder and 36 Chambers
The fun bringer
Burgundy hooptie swanger
Half master of ceremony
Half chapter painter
Baffle the brain, crash plain thoughts get Cast Away
Grapple dank at savage rates and casually make the hips swing
Unlimited range I feel like Bob Lee Swagger
Aim at any genre crowd and kill the reasonable doubters
If you wanna rendezvous
I'm furly ghosting in the romper room
Chopping rugs and cutting carpets going dumb to Sacred tunes
Youth consisted of Mac Dre and Led Zeppelin grooves
Parents rock and rolled and school got the bay slap infused
Word to Shane Dye I sharpshoot
Archive jargon
Yanking from days of rocking Puka shells & a Shark tooth
Keeping it smooth as jungle juice in a carved fruit
Comic font, Kaboom
Run congruent with the midget caboose that could
I reach the peak and laugh
Attach wings and flap
Chaos theory couldn't hinder my plan
So try to sabotage
I booby trapped the tracks in the DAW
Gallons of sauce and liquid magma what my pen draw
A counterfeiter's nightmare since sitting in a high chair
I watermark with energy
So physically it won't appear