Oh Hail No ft. Mr. Motherfucking Exquire, Danny Brown

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Petrificus, mobiletus, barbitrix Petrificus, mobiletus, barbitrix Petrificus, mobiletus, barbitrix Ever notice when you talk I just cut myself On some ultimate fuck you, go fuck yourself Like that was so heartfelt, you really touched yourself I love the part where you cry, I like nothing else Who me? Every breath is a criminal, critical breach Bloody gums beat, beat minimalissimo Make you spin like you sniffing a God particle The purple cloak in the dusk, an odd article Originated the kegs, caterwauler brand Dawn sun arising, Hollowman Bob gliding Shuffle through the tides of slime smiling Could be the high or just mind control dying Fuck a throw me on the problem pile I'm a grin from the garbage, stained parchment Peeking out of my blinds in the apartment Waiting for that heart, hear that archangel calling? Pocket full of air plus nothing to wear I've been told I was put here to fail Never ask me to hail Never ask me to hail Never ask me to hail I strap head shaved hair in an electric chair With the grin going out with a flare Never ask me to hail Never ask me to hail Never ask me to hail Jesus turned water to wine, I turn liquor to your rhymes Sexual whorers deplorable, I need four at a time Maybe I'm lost in the grind, bossin' my all out design Forcibly cause to be no more bonds and then toss in the fire Forces of corporate design, closet or move in a line Meant to be something other than this but I think I forgot Shyamalan twistin' the plot, camelot spun from the rod No, I won't visit your pod like put that bishop in pot Visceral villain is vindicated by venomous vibes Vicious concealing my mental illness by willing to smile Endless intentions to climb uphill and visit the sky Brooklyn is up in this motherfucker so suck on our cock Pocket full of air plus nothing to wear I've been told I was put here to fail Never ask me to hail Never ask me to hail Never ask me to hail I strap head shaved hair in an electric chair With the grin going out with a flare Never ask me to hail Never ask me to hail Never ask me to hail Check The Maxwell magician, these rappers' nutrition I'm shitting out they writtens while I'm pissing on they freestyles My patterns are art, your floor checkerboard My lecture is Lecter, your texture is pocket protector With techniques I tech up your sector Inspector Gadget with the ratchet Bitch won the beauty pageant, bought her ass a rabbit But not a furry bunny, bitch, I'm all about these moneys Uh, tummy empty and them days wasn't sunny So I had to sell crack 'cause I ain't wanna be bummy Granny gave me couple dollars while she played gin and rummy Off that Mobb Deep shit had me saying "dunny" Son, this nigga here is not a dummy Look at all that he has done, you niggas feeling crummy Gummy bear, you running where? That's like a fat bitch running a hundred stairs I ain't Ric Flair with thick hair Yelling out woo, getting head in a director's chair