SUNDAE / KNIGHT

PART I: SUNDAE - (CHEF SHANE)

[HOOK]

I go deep with opposition, hit a lick, ‘Nilla Ice
Hot Cholula, Mexican veg’ in this spliff, got me high
I just get it how I’m living, but my clique down to die
Got some super extra terrestrial bitch on my side

[VERSE I]

Hallelujah, Juju, Buddha, tuck my Jesus piece sign
Eyes Medusa, glue your future stuck, beneath concrete blinds, peeping Tom
Just sock it to you, cock-a-doodle-doo, OE, 6 feet Try sneaking off
Nike swoosh your goon, blue moon, dabba dee dab Adidas drop

E.T. Folknem UFO, smoking Ghost Yoda on the way
3D gold, C-3PO probing lil shorty, fornicate
Hit the door, leap thru window, I leave no notice, close the case
O.J. pouring, leaking load, I’m for abortion, Roe v. Wade

This that shit I’m talking ‘bout, your couch I defecate
Pistol whip your father’s mouth allowing you to hesitate

[BRIDGE]

Little Dipper, 'xcuse while I kiss the sky, Purple Haze
Get me tripping, zooted as I sip moonshine
Nocturnal daze, woke up lit, succubus sitting on my side
Infernal fade, in the kitchen, put my life on the line up

I sold that Diner, huh
I stole the “stew/stu” back then signed me
I’m in my prime-mate
Focus, the Moon masks one eyelid

PART II: KNIGHT - (DR. DAMASCUS)

[VERSE II]

Gotta go ghost
Hop out the skeletal
Benjamin Button's is sewed through the retinal
Goggles afloat
Heart on the pedestal
Resting when stomach is full due to wickedness
Epochal smoke
Bitch this is infamous, venison luggage his pulmo cocooning in chrysalis yolk
Villainous prism decisions, no splitting image I'm within it, I gotta go-

Soulless Sun is setting
Once in a 57th Crescent
Know this number resting
Focus on what's destined
Hocus pocus, roaches in recession
Smoking till the thrillas open
Golden Ghillie restless
Wrestle with the Ocean Forest, chilly necklace
Frozen, really silly spoken when he tested
Mess with me, I’ll leave you open and dismembered
Cold as shit December

Ain't no man, I'ma menace
Ain’t no man, I’ma menace

Been eating my spinach, Popping pans like a pistol
Ain’t repeating my business
Hand in a skillet, hold the stance while I flip it

This my man’s, we gone get it
Ain’t no man ima menace, better back back bitch
Wishbone cracked as we split it
This that pack of the premise
Smoking mac on a Sunday night

[OUTRO]

Lady of the Lake hid the bass the crevice
Send the sword fishing, cast your submission
Double tickets for the match that I’m litting
Half chrome mask sitting pretty on the dome

Backbone snapped like I’m spinning
Whip around Aves, hit his ass with acidic piss
Finna do the dash, tip the cash to the kitchen
Quick math, triple digits
66-Sickle Cell attack in the prison

[EPILOGUE] - THE PHANTASM (1988)

TALL MAN:
Boyy!!