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Drop (Writtenstyle)

from Twilight Boy Vol. 2 by Zander Blackula

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Drop by Rich Boy. Prod. by Chalo

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If my girl as hot as Texas weather, in them guts, you know I climate (climb it)
I'll turn that hoe into a segregated water fountain.
I'm reference ridden, adverb spouting
Proper with the pronouns, sir or madam
Not that handsome but bout that action
That nigga Bronson couldn't even the fathom
The madness blissfully hidden behind the passion
A madman when it comes to chillwave bangers
Kill a track in 60 minutes, send the cadaver to Dan Rather, Pastel Phantom
Call me Danny, going ghost on any instrumental
Check my mental, haven't been sane since they canceled Sister Sister
Living Single, call Moesha, she heard that I'm a Smart Guy
Family Matters, getting a Full House, even if my bae tubes tied
Babygirl is gorgeous
Body on ethnic, eyes on orient
Fuck moving weight, only scale I know is Dorian
Guitar Neck Dick, strum till I feel glorious
Copious amount of tracks, projects for my Golden Age
Griffith couldn't handle this dream, me and Guts on the same page
Oh My Gosh, you like anime
I go Berserk about 6 times a day
Writing all my lyrics in a Death Note, Attack this Titan, and die in Petra's way
Otay, enough of the weeb shit, at my core, I'm still a little rascal
Just as bashful, laugh on jackal, stay in my castle, melodies to sample
ambled on this beat, and then I picked up the pace
Never had a blunt, a brick, or a gun in my face
I am not PC, I'm not a part of master race
Just because I'm chill don't mean I'll treat you like the printer from Office Space
All I kill is tracks, claim you hotter than me? You ain't got no hits
All I do is run is game at my own pace, take the hint I'm doing wind sprints
And I don't plan on stopping, fuck a cramp and fuck a shin splint
Glint like Clint, dark as tints, spit these sparks, start a fire like flints
Whether producing my own tracks or ripping shit from Youtube
Who knew that that shy kid could rap so Eazy, he just as cold like Ice Cube
Here's the scoop, I'm chill like Snoop, I flew the Coop, I chill on my Stoop, I fuck with all ethnic groups
My eyes look droop, I look for boob, Hang with my troupe, only fuck with loops, I'm a fool
If I'm a troublemaker, I'll make her bear my burden
Salty like Morton's, Faded off virgin bourbon, the Urban Vermin, harder than Zircon
spit like I'm preaching sermons, see the full moon in the eyes of this wolf cub
Don't get turnt off drugs, Catch me at a lounge, fuck the club
ALSO, CAN THIS FUCKING WHORE SHUT HER PIEHOLE?
Thank you. Fuck.

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from Twilight Boy Vol. 2, released September 19, 2015

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An internet, anime, video game, and music obsessed nerd with too much free time that is dedicated to making the best music I can, whether that'd be chillwave, vaporwave, or alt rap, and spilling my heart and soul in my lyrics. I make all my music unless stated otherwise. ... more

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