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Yo, I awoke the other morn to a goat at my door You wouldn't even believe what it was sold to me for Nothing, no questions, no asking price A lady dropped it off as an offering or sacrifice A note read "dish it" beside it tied to a sack of rice If it was lamb I would of tried it, OK, that's a lie She brought me a lamb I would've told her that her rack is nice But I told her don't solicit, get your goat packed and drive I wasn't asking for much, just a glass of ice But they still managed to fuck up the order By the time they got it to me it was just a glass of water By the time they get the line the songs already over It's a shame, you'll never see me addicted to coke sniffing You do lt as often as Mia did it in Pulp Fiction The old diction, I'm reading out of the Oxford Oh my word, my words aren't something I'm at a loss for Got yours all mixed up like a crosswords I spit game you not scoring You got whores that's not gorgeous You dropped bars that got boring, stop pouring You got dropped and stopped touring Maybe I'm going a lot more in To detail than you want for when I'm going in but still could go in a lot more The flow doesn't stop Except for when it does And then I catch the drums And then I catch a buzz And then I'm back on the beat, yo, what it does I've been disemboweled by the devil He did it himself like God in Begotten By the time he finished sawing my flesh started rotting He took a bow when he saw that I still hadn't fallen Stuck with me like valuable lessons til' I forgot em Speak of the devil, say it in verbatim A real stand up guy you either lover or hate him It took guts not to scream when he took my spleen Gruesome scene, I healed it all back like Wolverine Those 8 bars were seen by me on 4-AcO-DMT Deities, Ego Death and Vivid Dreams My high is too low to some dudes who stay blasted Cokelining, blue lotus, shrooms, kratom and acid The goat is a true story though, I wasn't kidding Just a regular morning I wasn't tripping The old lady had one leg, she walked limping Some things just seem off when you start sinning The flows authentic you know that Aus said it Cooking the crockpot with chicken broth in it Bitch I'm a boss with, which do want bebe Began to be barbaric, box me in a coffin I hop out with a lock pick Slap an offering up on that fire bud I cop an O, you can buy a vowel or try to solve
Writer(s): Austin Gaeckler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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