Statue (feat. Virtuoso)

You know me well, blow the L
 I burn blunts with Jesus and Satan smoke in holy Hell
 Tattoo in my blood stream, that blue
 Green got me stuck on these, statue

So high that I can’t move, statue
 Hold my ground hard body, statue
 Snowgoons, big bang, click aim blast you
 Left in the morgue stiff as a board, statue

[Verse 1]

That cash rule make the globe rotate, ask Wu
 Black blue your ? rap crew, clap you
 Light you, ash you, smoke you, pass you
 Junkie for them beats like DJ Babu
 Virtuoso king of the jungle up in this rap zoo
 You’re not even a p***y, you’re what p*****s eating, cat food
 Raw blooded knight like a vampire ?
 Hold the toaster, holy ghost the fifth is supernatural
 You are just a pupil, the master is teaching class dude
 So shut the f**k up when I’m rapping I didn’t ask you
 I run with cats who are straight nuts cashews
 We don’t cop bottles at the spot we bring a flask to
 I’ll mash you if you puffing on that afghoo
 Crack two dutches fill em up with kief and hash too
 Man I’m always stoned, statue
 Act one’s done son stay tuned for act two

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Excuse me miss but can a boy ask you
 For your math ? cause your hips and that [bad word] boom
 Got my c**k on rock, statue
 I had to stop cause I’m not bashful
 I want to mack you, tap you, and then sack you
 Hit you from every single position, no taboo
 Then I’ll rope your hands with the lasso
 Now stop, hold that pose girl, statue
 Henny and Remi got my head sprung papoose
 Cats are lame, snatch the game back, jack you
 Shrapnel pierce your bodily capsule
 Hack you to pieces, the beast attack you
 I have to regulate you f****t maggot rap dudes
 You stay biting that s**t, ask ?
 You’re a court jester and I’m the king of the castle
 Don’t rule cause I want to, I lead cause I have to
 Your flow’s water and sucrose Snapple
 I throw the hook and pull the moon close, grapple
 With the serpent in the garden for the apple
 Then f**k Eve bro in the Lord’s tabernacle
 I’ll slap the chaplain of the chapel
 For distorting the truth and not being factual
 You want blasphemous bars, check the last few
 But still the Lord bless me, achoo
 Born with rap flu, a natural, it’s casual
 Lose the mask dude, you’re ready, raps are past due
 Wack crew snafu act fool I’m going at you
 ? my .22 and blast you
 That tool will leave you still, statue
 Hard cause a gash through your grill when it slash you
 On my own page when I pigeon ? you
 I maintain my position, statue

[Chorus x2]