[Babeo Baggins]
[Verse I]
Lyrical physics
Breaking bad on you bitches
Cooking up some dope tracks in the kitchen
So my bars should be illegal
More addicted than some crack rock
Five times more lethal
Sell me on the corner
To your brother, to your mailman
To your teachers, to your local leaders
I am tasty sweet and satisfying
You call me the Grand Slam
Have me with your breakfast to get a good start on your day
If you’re trying to be raw you gotta start the rawest way
Pour me in a glass
Mix me with your OJ
To cut the taste of realness if you’re new to such a bitter taste
Bitter taste from the tears of all these fallen fellas
Who get they feelings hurt when my flow smoother than some butter
Whipped up at a rapid pace like fresh whip cream
Dripping with some sassiness like syrup from a tree
I am your daily serving of girl power with a bow
I am here to take your order
Would you like that to go?
On some skates with a wink
So I can give you a show?
How about no
How about you get in where you fit in like some sealant in a crack
How about you seal your fucking mouth when you spitting on a track
You need a nap and a snack
And I’ll tuck you right in with the rest of these bitches who try to sleep on me
Sweet dreams, sleep tight hope the jealous bed bug don’t bite
You countin' sheep
When you should be countin' pennies
When you look more broke than some dollar store panties
Off brand soda and a half of a McDouble
You in trouble cause they put ice in your water
And you can’t afford the tax
You countin' nickles
Yeah you countin' dimes
Soon you’ll have a dollar then maybe you can holla at me
But until then shut your mouth and know your place
Cause Barf Troop is the gang
Kill your ass without a trace
[Bridge]
It’s all me, stayed true, that’s all me
[Verse II]
Well I’m incredible
I eat these niggas like they edibles
Cooked up with the OG kush
Yeah I got that medical
Dr Dolittle or doctor you just do too much
Pushin' buttons
Think you stuntin'
Take off running when you get caught up
Naw you stay here
The devil comes to play here
Have you prayin' like you should've when you knelt down on Sunday
Jesus got your back
But I got you by the balls
Got your jaw on the wall like the swat team has been called
Pulled up in the Hummer
All black with the windows tinted
Screaming out the window
Watch out women and children
Cause you came to play
But me I came to kill
Bars sharper than the boner of the Man of Steel
Lyricism stickier than some Spider-Man semen
Yeah I weave a web that you’d be lucky to get caught in
And I am venom with a sinister smile
Got a laugh more infectious than some boomer bile
Hit you harder than a tank coming round the corner
Leave you crying like a witch in the shadows where you slumber
Yeah I’m goofy
Keep it silly like I’m pre-school
Yeah I’ll eat the pussy like some cookies if you supply the milk
Grade A double D’s
Gotta get it raw for the taste
You better Blue Scadoo to a new and better place
Hold up blue blue give these niggas a clue
Cause the mail is here and the rent check is over due
[Outro]
Barf Troop breaking bad on you bitches
B-breaking bad on you bitches eh
Eh eh eh eh eh eh
Crack rock
[laughter]
Thank you for fucking with the troop for real