AMAZON BOX Lyrics

Rapping slower than a tortoise

Pull up to my place, I wanna see your tits

You wanna fuck or suck, I'm like neither that nor this

You're Sarah, I'm Tyler, I'm just inglorious

I turn on a lamp and it lights up the room

You can clean a floor by sweeping with a broom

You say "That's basic knowledge", but I'm just like, nah

You say "In school, I'm sure you never made it far"

You may be right, but at least rapping got me racks

Like stacks, on stacks, on stacks, on stacks

I'm not really good with numbers, I suck at math

But at least I get hella, hella ass

I can make your maker make bacon and bake cookies

For me on a Sunday evening, fiending for more peen and vaginin,

And the sloppy top, like cooking lots of pot in a pot

We high as fuck, like a duck struck by a fucking truck

Bitch

You like my rhyme scheming

Well shit, it's only the beginning

I kill the beats and it leaves you grieving

I'm receiving achievings

While you can't even afford a relieving dental screening

Bitch

Hop on Fort and hop on cock

And on the door, I hear a knock

And I look to see if it's the cops, but nah

It's just the Amazon box, box, box

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You wanna know what's in the Amazon box, but I'm not telling you

Cause you smell like poo, and look like a mooer from the zoo

Do they even keep cows in zoos

It's like, doesn't as sound as common as a ground with shoes

Or even a pound of poo in my pants because I don't poop my pants

I swear, I swear, I don't poop my pants

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I'm wearing Golf Wang, and Balenciaga

I never miss my shot like I'm Baba Yaga

Hit her straight in the motherfucking jalooper

And hit her damn boyfriend straight in the noggin, bang

On the beat like I'm Mr. Conway

Fleeing from the scene like, I'm just on the way

To the motherfucking meet at the stu, for some goddamn

Rapping about meat and shit in the broad A.M.

Creativity just a fact of mine

Could you even factor mine

For some fatass guy called "Cracka"

He's making the rap game go backwards

If in a sense, reversal means just going back into the

Times when people were gladder

And more appreciative

Do you appreciate this

Or you done listening

You so damn sickening

You already finishing

I'm not surprised cause you did while she was fisting you

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