YARHGANG - I'm Addicted to Dust (feat. snoop gobb) Lyrics

Hey, can I get a sip of your water
It's not water
It's hand sanitizer
Drowning in the drool pool
Wake me from my slumber
Got a headache from using your kneecaps as a footstool
Bloody nose, no mosh etiquette
In my two step
Wipe me out, kiss my ass
Before you're toothless
This vice grip is very human
Cross contaminate my fries and we'll get right into it
Just opened this new Pokémon card set
It has your name, face, address, and credit card info on it
Face to face with the one and only rampant bisector
That's what they call me after that one time in 2004
After a police chase with a 1990 Toyota Corolla
And an incident involving a box cutter and an argument about Frank Sinatra that I won by the way
Crimp W0rld, f*ck it up in the save-on
YARHGANG making tracks for zero occasions
Fizzle in my cabinet
And kill 'em with no avarice
Do as I say not as I do bitch, you better start singing in key
I stepped in nachos
Shit
(YARHGANG is the best music!)
Now my foot is all sticky.
Crimp, crimp, crimp, crimp, crimp, crimp, this
Cream corn in my shotgun splatter like Chanel
Breathe orange when I step out the shell
Green cunt savage
Sippin' straight up coffee syrup
Like a caffeine addict
Got me coughie up my static
TV got that in my cell
Got arrested for taking two tranquilizers after bail, back in jail
Got a hundred twenty-seven point six seven seven two
Beat my record in a game of streetball
I got all my lawnmowers and that grunge just for you
Baby back, baby baby back, ribs for us all
I blew a snot rocket
It was basically putty
Catch me and the homies
In the corner going fuddy duddy
Catch us in the corner huffin' drywall
Catch us in the corner huffin' anthrax
Catch us in the corner huffin' nothin'
Sissyfus saucy Ciroc is sissy for slausy
Beat on the beta bacon at the back of tobega
Figure filling froggy gaudy is a fester fozzie
Deacon dreidel Dagon is the duhduh duhduh data
Crimp, crimp, crimp, crimp this
Crimp, crimp, crimp, crimp this
Crimp, crimp, crimp, crimp this
Crimp, crimp, crimp, crimp this
I have a confession
I'm addicted to dust.
You know that stuff - that collects on countertops
That shit's delicious
I love just slurpin' it up
It's been this way since I was but a tike
I just eat dust
It's- it's quite good, I'm addicted
You know, when the cleaning lady comes over
We hang out,
And she collects all the dust that she- that she gets
From dusting
And she puts it in a lil' pile
I then scoops that pile into a jar
And, I haven't told her why
I want it in a jar
But, I think she knows
Anyway, I chug it, it's tasty
I love dust.