Unorthodox moral compass
But not as warped as the disc jockey bumping this
Sick puppy, slurping up my drips through a sippy cup
Satisfying stimulant they'll lick it up
Never know what the magic scum got plotting
Nor what track he concocting
Just know it rotten
Spot me on the sidewalk with that swagger in my step
Cap crooked, might keep a dagger on my hip
Got more goons on my contact list
Than ya pops got tunes on a compact disc
Frisk with the loons and buffoons there's a risk
Assume the looming doom before it hits
And take off the mits, kick a spunky beat, put in a choke hold no hands like monkey feet
Sick junk on repeat, get crunk and funked on til defeat
Lost in the hijinx in the width of an eye blink
Time slinks on inscribed in dry ink
Scry into the by-and-by but fail to out think your demise
Lies and losses wise you up until you're stymied by the opps
So grip your skivvies, and get privy to oblivion
The end result is trivial best find a way to shimmy in
And don't be so oblivious
To tell me that I couldn't understand, like who you think I am?
Don't give into a sliver of that riveted stance
It sends shivers down your spine like a shiv to the side
Hiding in the guise of pride
Get lost in the hijinx in the width of an eye blink
Time slinks on inscribed in dry ink
Scry into the by-and-by but fail to outthink your demise
Lies and losses wise you up until your stymied by the opps
Shaggy Junior, back with the tunes, yuh
Goon here to swoon ya, watch! He moon ya
Save the poon for later, right now, runescape
Soon to shape up and when he do he gonna duplicate
And dupe the lot of em
If you gotta hoot just shoot your shot at him
And loot my body if victory is yours
But Shaggy Scum will return for more and I
Got more goons on my contact list
Than ya pops got tunes on a compact disc
Frisk with the loons and buffoons there's a risk
Assume the looming doom before it hits
And take off the mits, kick a spunky beat, put in a choke hold no hands like monkey feet
Sick junk on repeat, get crunk and funked on til defeat
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Unorthodox moral compass
But not as warped as the disc jockey bumping this
Sick puppy, slurping up my drips through a sippy cup
Satisfying stimulant they'll lick it up
Never know what the magic scum got plotting
Nor what track he concocting
Just know it rotten
Spot me on the sidewalk with that swagger in my step
Cap crooked, might keep a dagger on my hip
Got more goons on my contact list
Than ya pops got tunes on a compact disc
Frisk with the loons and buffoons there's a risk
Assume the looming doom before it hits
And take off the mits, kick a spunky beat, put in a choke hold no hands like monkey feet
Sick junk on repeat, get crunk and funked on til defeat
Lost in the hijinx in the width of an eye blink
Time slinks on inscribed in dry ink
Scry into the by-and-by but fail to out think your demise
Lies and losses wise you up until you're stymied by the opps
So grip your skivvies, and get privy to oblivion
The end result is trivial best find a way to shimmy in
And don't be so oblivious
To tell me that I couldn't understand, like who you think I am?
Don't give into a sliver of that riveted stance
It sends shivers down your spine like a shiv to the side
Hiding in the guise of pride
Get lost in the hijinx in the width of an eye blink
Time slinks on inscribed in dry ink
Scry into the by-and-by but fail to outthink your demise
Lies and losses wise you up until your stymied by the opps
Shaggy Junior, back with the tunes, yuh
Goon here to swoon ya, watch! He moon ya
Save the poon for later, right now, runescape
Soon to shape up and when he do he gonna duplicate
And dupe the lot of em
If you gotta hoot just shoot your shot at him
And loot my body if victory is yours
But Shaggy Scum will return for more and I
Got more goons on my contact list
Than ya pops got tunes on a compact disc
Frisk with the loons and buffoons there's a risk
Assume the looming doom before it hits
And take off the mits, kick a spunky beat, put in a choke hold no hands like monkey feet
Sick junk on repeat, get crunk and funked on til defeat
But not as warped as the disc jockey bumping this
Sick puppy, slurping up my drips through a sippy cup
Satisfying stimulant they'll lick it up
Never know what the magic scum got plotting
Nor what track he concocting
Just know it rotten
Spot me on the sidewalk with that swagger in my step
Cap crooked, might keep a dagger on my hip
Got more goons on my contact list
Than ya pops got tunes on a compact disc
Frisk with the loons and buffoons there's a risk
Assume the looming doom before it hits
And take off the mits, kick a spunky beat, put in a choke hold no hands like monkey feet
Sick junk on repeat, get crunk and funked on til defeat
Lost in the hijinx in the width of an eye blink
Time slinks on inscribed in dry ink
Scry into the by-and-by but fail to out think your demise
Lies and losses wise you up until you're stymied by the opps
So grip your skivvies, and get privy to oblivion
The end result is trivial best find a way to shimmy in
And don't be so oblivious
To tell me that I couldn't understand, like who you think I am?
Don't give into a sliver of that riveted stance
It sends shivers down your spine like a shiv to the side
Hiding in the guise of pride
Get lost in the hijinx in the width of an eye blink
Time slinks on inscribed in dry ink
Scry into the by-and-by but fail to outthink your demise
Lies and losses wise you up until your stymied by the opps
Shaggy Junior, back with the tunes, yuh
Goon here to swoon ya, watch! He moon ya
Save the poon for later, right now, runescape
Soon to shape up and when he do he gonna duplicate
And dupe the lot of em
If you gotta hoot just shoot your shot at him
And loot my body if victory is yours
But Shaggy Scum will return for more and I
Got more goons on my contact list
Than ya pops got tunes on a compact disc
Frisk with the loons and buffoons there's a risk
Assume the looming doom before it hits
And take off the mits, kick a spunky beat, put in a choke hold no hands like monkey feet
Sick junk on repeat, get crunk and funked on til defeat
Writer: Logan Singleton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid