[Verse 1: Skoolinc]
Owww
This shit funky fresh
Banged up out of Bangladesh
Deh haldhahd
2+2=4, yeah that sounds something basic
But the basis to life is that fact you need a fucking basis
Mentally I"m fucking alien
With a human anatomy
E.T my G, phoned my home
Hit me up on my fucking galaxy
I see why you niggas mad at me
Because I do not give a fuck
Like I am finna dive inside some pussy
And the lips is sewed up
Like my floppy penis flaccid
I cannot get it up
Man this sad shit is a movement
I cannot get enough
[Chorus]
I cannot get enough
Man this sad shit is a movement
I cannot get enough
(I cannot get enough)
[Verse 2: Skoolinc]
First and for most
Yes I often fuck hoes
Abuse adderall
Work hard and puff cigar smoke
I can feel the urge pulse, the bloods coarse, of course
To beat the whore with no remorse
And skate while she put her clothes on
On and on and often Its the same routine
I park my car, she follows me eagerly inside the backseat
Soft melodic tones, soak through our bones
Home is where the heart is stuck as though we are sown
Poem always say the things that I don't say
[Chorus]
And I cannot get enough
Man this sad shit is a movement
I cannot get enough
(I cannot get enough)
[Outro]
That's why I'm dipping my chocolate
In the daughter of a Klansman
Dip Dipping my chocolate
In the daughter of a Klansman
Dipping my chocolate in the daughter of a Klansman
Got a nigga about to bust harder than cops
On unarmed black men
In Mississippi
Fat ass, little titties
Ass sweet give it to me
I need that booty in my life
Its an addiction
(laughter)
Sadlife Shit
Just some little ad-libs I was just freestyling