Francis Arevalo - Spooky SZN Lyrics

Yo I'm so ill, where's the orderly... store me in a quarantine
Hoards of mortal beings, borderline horror scene
Carnivore the cuts, precise knife and forking beats
Lit student goes ham... dork acting porkily
I dish feasts - y'all only muster morsels orally
Grill 'em gassed as kerosene, serve cats tryna order me
Over beats, my raps suit Rosen sprees
I'm addressing issues so well i spit Gentlemen's Quarterly
Fresh - tall glass in georgia peach scorching heat
On a porch poring over flows, and my lore-ing means
Clever quarreling - old fry and laurie...
Delorian determined, my drive's past you formerlys
Daggers with, Korver 3 form, scoring Horry's rings
You poor Joaquin, I'm old Joakim
Forge links meteorically, as a Portal beam
Metaphors be with you... obi wan poetry

I smoke dopes, and my throat cutthroats MCs
Homie, get your bars up, bet your bit would torrent me
Poor and weak, copy me, should be charged with forgery
Level up your character... this ain't no MMORPG...
Boring B, i'm boring deep in the matter, deploring these
Words, deep i'm snorkelling, with dorsal fins swarming seas
Rain like brainstorms downpour torrentially
Murk you on the mic like Nardwuar's at the core of me
You're done flowing, i'll go show you where the shores to be
Washed-up as Tom, i'll rough you up as a choral reef
Leave what you're seaking, you metaphorical poor Goldeen
Your boys only Raven cuz you're closer to when Cory sings
I chuck novices, old Norris's throws with ease
Bird boasting and showboating Ginobili
Shoulder shrugs in Portland after every scorching Jordan 3
This ain't mean-spirited naw, it's just sportsmanly

Screw what your purporting, you're a pebble in a quarry B
Words will never harm, when i know what i'm supposed to be
Rock as hard as quartz for bling, or the Mighty Morphin' theme
Drop em the floor like coming home with some groceries
Throttling - close defeat - don't mettle, i'm flooring chief
Ain't toyin' B - train of thought ain't short on steam
Get over it, you ain't never be close to me
You skipped the warning screen, que sera sera, Doris D
And more, i'm Thor going in hard on a quart of mead
Or a hoarse voice scorching Romans in a Trojan steed
Territorily, i'm overcharging your roaming fees
My buzz lights ears, and you're looking like Zurg to me
Burns you can't return, no warranty
The trick is up, fisticuffs, 'scuse for being normally
Old fashioned as grandma-cats sleep on me adorably
Share advice heartily, like "boy, don't even start with me"

I don't-make-much music, least i ain't Born to Be as common
As four chord CD stores with top forty beats
Schoolin' fools who tick the type of teacher off to scold you free
I'm provost, beast mode if you go provoking me
My swagger is Baroque-y, lyrically Tarantino-y
And i'm a volcano when I blow so hold your seats
Just because i'm dormant doesn't mean i've been eroding, see
Four months for 16 - know that's more than sorta weak
Minimum effective dose, coma floor your horrid feats
Here's a few more, wrote in fourscore, for chortling
Fart, piss and giggles for reinforcing i'm more elite
Reinforcing, I go ham, you're poking at a boar asleep
You been counting? that's more pork lines, more than need(ed)
You're hungry for quality? so here's a stash of frozen meat
Grill beef with Foreman steez, still some leftovers, freeze
I just wanna help out, you got a big ego to feed

Both the destroyer and restorer of the whole city
You're Gotham, and it's Riddler, Mad Hatter, and Joker Heath
Batman in a rap battle, i could beat the whole DC
I go Arkham, no pigs conceive holding me
Your pen's clicking scared, red he-els on Dorothy
Toting Toto, running, roaring "what is all of this sorcery?"
I'm Gryffindor, Voldemort, and 'dore, try sorting me
Spell it out, "I can't believe he's conjured even more 16's"
Imitation's flattery, I invite you cordially
Open the cyborg in me, mirror me neuronally
Spend mornings exploring these, do it til you go to sleep
To find an opportunity, analyze my openings
So long, snore... did I say that you were boring B?
Verse is so long that i've lost track of the course of things
You been done, every single thing that you're sayin's dumb
And you can't even poke at my race, cuz it ain't one