Yeah Suck Face

Matt Lauer’s swollen penis, that’s emotionless
All I want is more wattage and voltage, and a wrench
Type appendage for stanzas and verses
Curses and quests, johnny, bad ass bandit (and a)
Half polished Panda, born under red planet
Commanded Persephone to plant a pomegranate
In a gambit to bandage such sad stranded language
Famished, no two quarters stacked to build a moat
Anguished, no five bucks to give Indians to float
Banged it, dope, til I was rubbing two sticks
Sparking fires to smoke cigarettes found in the streets
Betcha can’t sit, withdraw, empires fall
Refill that prescrip' from Doctor Last Call (be right back…)
Awkward people gamble with Mobsters who smile
Wants to sniff her Cognac, brandy, Carlile
The art style? Arshile, soft smile, Gorky
More please, expressionist five finger two forties
Whore thieves mention this torpedo accident
Rhyme scheme fact it is the best so rap with this
Praying mantis with jowl rich generous answers
Venerate those circumstances y’all’er lost in Atlantis
Flow anti-pedantic, god damnit build levees
Rhythm hard rock, jettis, rhymes thicc, two C’s
Sliding into third base, ump said you’re safe
Pitch below the waste and I’ll steal home plate
Biding time impediments don’t get in my way
Yeah… suck face
(Optimus Rhyme)
In there like swimwear, y’all think Tim care
Not quite I got pot to light
Cause you got to fight for your right to celebrate
Open up your minds, get high, and elevate
You can’t anticipate how I incinerated the cityscape
Make the titties shake, in all 50 states
Step off the plane walk through the gate
Trimmed up stash looking fresh on my face
Gotta fly out, rock the show
They call me patty cake baker man, I’m making dough
Hustle milk, smooth as silk, flowing through my veins
On the highway hundred twenty miles per hour switching lanes
Got inner initiative, a’int asking for permission
A’int a chance we care what the lames think
Only came here to dance and drink
Smoke a few blunts and represent
If a honey bee on my lap, birds, it’s heaven sent
Popping out on the scene like some true ass G’s
Cool ass steez, and a bag of trees
To combust this, you can trust
I’m back to stack G’s and give zero fucks
Rough and tough with the fire herb
I come out with guns blazing Wyatt Erp
Tricomes, crystals, redhairs, terps