Dankonia Ball - Intellectual

[Intro: Spose]

Drink my coffee

Dankonia

Yo, I can hear the clock tickin'

Where is Flavor Flav? Give me all those 808s

I'll rhyme until it's Labor Day, yeah, you know how I rock

Put your shit on lay away, I found a way to make away

To wake up at the break of day to take it to the top

‘Cause I came from the bottom in a camper

Where the table turned into a bed, bed, bed

Born July 1st, I'm a Cancer

Crabby when I'm not getting head, head, head

That shit's stupid

Like coming home from work and the cat's been pukin'

Better get the Bounty

Me, I get a bountiful amount of pounds when I put I down for the townies

Go on the Internet, you can find the evidence

My oratory stories and my territory prevalent

Kinda like a "Yankees suck" bumper sticker on the whip

From, um, Presque Isle to Connecticut

So fuck the rest of it, the best is on the premises

So step up off the precipice, and quit the acting negative

I bust rhymes like a plus sign to a pessimist

So while your readers digestin' it

I figured I'd make it a fact, I'm kickin' and spittin' the track

I'm sippin' a little Aroma Joe's, no figurative [droop?] in the cash

You thinking we're making a rap, I'm rippin' a little of that

I lit it a minute ago, it's Spose, so bro, go [sendin'?] it back

I figured I'd make it apparent to people that never been fucking with me

That I'm addicted to flip it, just spitted a bit of the shit that I put in the beat

Never defeat, P. Dank, we've been waitin' to break it and make it our own

We gon' keep goin' till we can wake up in Dankonia, legally bake it our homes, Stiky!

All the ladies came, to Dankonia

[?] one of your homies up

I'm just here to tell ya, there's a better way

‘Cause P. Dank is happening, all day every day

Everyday

I wanna suck them titties, covered in milk girl

Cover them titties in milk girl

Gotta lap it up, lap it

You gotta lap it up, lap it up

Gotta lap it up, lap it