Barbs Over Breakfast Scones

[Intro]

(Barbs over) breakfast scones

Ayo, what the fuck is this?

Aye, Driver, you don' lost it man

Go back and show 'em what's up

Show 'em what's good

[?] let's go

Hellfyre Club

[Verse 1]

I decrease my ventricle

Eat the peach of my special ho

Bleaching sheets with an X and O

While we breathe deep while flexible

Your cheat-sheet's unethical, homie

Decrease your decibel

My team's deep in dressing robes

Going "Hee hee" at your present goals

You eat your crescent rolls

With cheese wiz in your flesh folds

Seek deep in your section codes

Because you didn't do well in the exit polls

Not me, nigga, boy's straight

I can land hoes like "Ahoy Mate!"

But I feel that after the noise game

Free Spink rethink Tolstoy's take

Hot topic at the water cooler

Rich niggas, they're on to the movers

Like entrepreneurs

Store fronts gettin' foreclosed and poured O's in Morse code

Turned the whole Southland to an Art exhibit

Making murals from a thousand outstanding parking tickets

[Bridge]

Through the 90's I stepped in poo-poo

I think the Headsman stepped in Fubu

Girls wanna let me inspect their juice boobs

My niggas call me Desmond Tu-Tu

[Verse 2]

Reborn in an online forum

Pull me out of the egg yolk

I am a synthetic life form

So I'm gonna go rob a stage coach

Or the dude with the hip

With my stick

Go naked under a rain coat

Gold in the cusp, it's social injustice

As my advocate scapegoat

I really wanna go hard in the paint

Better go dishearten

And the painting red hardens

Since I was eighteen

Eating peanut butter sandwiches

And the baked beans

On my lunch break

(?) speed

My fuck face

Potential buyers gettin' cup-caked

Open mouths gettin' ducktaped

[Hook]

I praise the style

Like a gemstone

Cause it feels like

Barbs over breakfast scones

Breakfast scones

Barbs over breakfast scones

Breakfast scones

Barbs over

Shit

That style you got

Is from a rest home

Large shit

Barbs over breakfast scones

Breakfast scones

[Verse 3]

No corporate endorsements, just door splits re-enabling lives

Dwarfs with horse whips makin' you force quit Abelton Live

I tickle the name on the skies

And I'm able to wonderprize

Minimize Bible covers like it was casual Friday on a nude beach

Don't keep it ridic army

I throw ditch parties through the school week

And at the pitch meeting, I get artsy tout de suite

Hellfyre Club (?) galavanting through the high speed zone

So any motherfuckers that I dethrone, gets a ice cream cone

And his idea thrown

[Verse 4]

Visit my high rise and leave light-headed

My go-go juice is a diuretic

Take the sound, my face a life sentence

You lookin' to get a high attendance

You got a bigger following, you're so grown

Better make it appear in the Euro zone

My ideas are the biggest threat to national security that the federal bureau's known

I am the shit, man

You are just shit

Turn up the low end up on the sub mix

Ya'll niggas don't know what it encompass

Ya'll niggas hate girls, so you punch tits

We handed out those dietary supplements

Any time you hit us with a double-click

Other rappers complain that their muscled pinched

Feedin' off the label's supple tit

But I pull all the party pranks

Talk funny like Barney frank

When I'm off that Bacardi drank

[Verse 5]

Handed my people a limited-edition rigor

(?) Guatemala (?) in the middle era

Actin' like a pistoleer, but I know

(?) that's crystal clear

Everything is literal, stop all the horseplay

Married to the rap game, you're a divorcée

Liquefied audience turnin' into sorbet in Norway, it's a forté

But, as I get older, my complexion

It's like that of pork belly skin

And over time, public policy becomes more Orwellian

Hold up, let's start over

My stream plays ain't prepaid

So whenever your mouth's like sleep aids

I'm bargin' through police raids

Sweltering in this Los Angeles heat wave

And I'm comin' to your house, homie, I just got keys made

Yeah

[Outro]

P.P. for my pressure zone, so the

C.P. is your second home

So you made feces from a (?)

Soundin' like Chief Keef on the metronome

So the beasties like breakfast scones

Do this on your own time

P.P. for my pressure zone, so the

C.P. is your second home

So you made feces from a (?)

Soundin' like Chief Keef on the metronome

So the beasties like breakfast scones

(Oh snap, Driver

You're interrupting cellphone service

You delineating the timeline

You, fuckin'...

You promptin' premature births, man

Hellfyre)