Zest Coast - Whisper Lyrics

South of bama 42 car pile up in a standard
This is Mylanta a government made sedative for bad guts
My auntie was standard loved takin care of me to pack my lunch
But muh-f*cker the awkward stare in me come from
My parents too much bad luck
So where the hair of the dog now
I had brunch who air to the thrown now cause I bought guns
Your parents must have lived in Novara cause your hot sun
Your arteries are scarred up cause chlorine through the tap run
You moron I'm back son to bring the war on with the black sun

These are smart bloopers
One of my uncles actually trained to be a sharp shooter
And mark rulers in the Bahamas with Mark Cooper
One of em got stationed in nam he never came back home it was Mark Cooper
I read the lines inside my palms inside my palms they say the dark's moving
The story of nam was a dark movie slaughter everything near
And in Brahma until it stopped moving
A well thought movement
To exterminate whites and Orientals with constant shooting
But you come home and your mind don't work enough to make a movie
So you hang your self till your legs stop moving

I don't study construction I study economics and consumption
And the amounts I get mad for the sum is I f*ckin thump kids
And if I thump dumb kids it's gonna be f*ckin somethin
Or if I f*ckin think I'm gonna dump clip
Then your gonna be f*cking be dumb kid and you better jump ship
This is the beginning of the end no more ticket sales
My friend just you and the beluga whales in bed
Just me putting the wind in my sails with friends
I haven't been to jail but I've been Frank
And I haven't sailed the world but I set trends
I heard they hit Jesus with nails
So I ditched all my friends hid from the northern regions and hid from trends