Travis Scott Concert
[Verse 1: Canibus]
I'ma iron your clothes with your body still in ’em
While the background sound like a lobby full of women
He sold me a lemon? I kill him
But bring him back to me first so I can strip him and close fist him
Then hang him up with his toes missin'
Nigga shoulda listened, that stupid ass video you sent 'em
I’ma talk about that in a second
But right now, I'ma tell you that there will be no intervention
Words that rhyme in a sentence.are my invention
And please let's not even mention timing when I'm riding a rhythm
God willing, Bodybag beta test
I had sex your with your ex
Wearing a Avirex, came on her neck
Mutant X lubricant, I undress the cuckoos breasts
Take it all the way down to 2%
Don't let the Mandalorian have to wind the window down on the Delorian
Do that, he coming for all of them
[Verse 2: Born Sun]
Yo, this a open invitation, Born Sun waitin'
Facemask conversation, bash his face in
Rata-tat ratchet, static, never panic
Goons from Nibiru
Scrapping, grappling wooly mammoths
Bad mama jama, DC 'Bama with the hammer
Never showing teeth for the camera
Stamina laminating CDs in Atlanta
Standing at 5 points channeling the channeler
Supreme chancellor, two-legged Tarantula
Crankshaft crank it up, tote a whole camper up
Born Sun'll body you with ballroom banter
He said if I got cash, I can bang the banker
I’m looking in her eyes tryna find a way to thank her
Here’s a handkerchief for your vaginal anger
Cycle pharmacology technology
And my Wallabees, ain't nobody even got these
Screaming against Socrates standing next to chickenhead pottery
’Cause his wiz got on top of me
Next years nominees, everybody getting a lobotomy
I called it balderdash biology
Travis Scott concert, unbody spirits in the mosh pit
Hold the crowd spiritually hostage
What wha-wha-what 1, 2, 1, 2
2022 more Born Sun for you
[Verse 3: Bodybag Ben]
Look, this perseverance, huh
Midnight toasters on your grave, son, lifting spirits
You caught the Holy Ghost like Joseph Simmons
But shit be like that when you illin', blood on his shelltoes, can't play the villain
Pay the piper, now its lemon peppers
Shift the land like a shepherd, bear the fruit, taste the nectar, huh
His arm hanging off the stretcher
Rung his bell now he laid up like Denzel in the Bone Collector
Hellish premonitions when the rent past due
Wave mags too, run jewels in the Air Max 2
He got the deuce deuce tucked in the bubble goose, ha
Word, now he got the mac in the knapsack
Child, all he do is party and bullshit
Ain't no life after death when the drum rip
It’s unbelievable, he ain't ready to die
Nah, I ain't think so it's either friend or foe.without warning to kicking in the door
Ha, wolves at the door yo, that's for certain
44 on his frame like George Gervin, now his bodies squirting
Behind the curtain, see the evil lurkin'
Rock homes that's full of Durban, leaving holes in your turban, Body