Shnaffleberry - Lunar C

I like my liquor cold and my codeine in tablet form

Everybody’s been pushed to their last resort

Either make do with what you can afford

Or get drug money round here that’s the norm

Your crew’s a bunch of virgins throwing tantrums

That swear they «don't give a fuck» but they never had one

Dat crunk got me on a mad one

Got my hard-on tucked in my waistband like a handgun

If you’re not a fan put the barrel to your brain

Blow it out like candles on a cake

One of the illest to ever stand on a stage

You can tell I’ve been doing it since back in the day

Just for the love, but what I love is money

And not waiting in line just to get in a club

I could stay in tonight and finish these rhymes

Or sniff ‘til I pop a blood vessel in my eyeball

You cunts got no flow, you’re simple

Your tracks sound like they’re ghost wrote by Pitbull

Mother fucker I’m a local sex symbol

‘Bout to make a porn movie to promote my next single

I wonder if P&O will let me catch a ferry

Even though I’ve got more keys on me than a piano

With that Shnaffleberry, I need P and O’s

Please remind me what the fuck I’ve been talking ‘bout

In this track cause the spliff just hit me

Run naked while I trim the leaves

Off my bonsai tree I get trippy-trippy

No bad vibes while I meditate

Take that shit outside like a feral child

Got no time for your petty games

So just cut the cheek like a Chelsea smile

Take it all in my stride

Pack the L with that Shnaffleberry

It’s playing tricks on my mind

Just stay up rolling and chain smoking

Got bags under my eyes

They can smell it in the air

Wanna know where I got it from and what price

Ask no questions I’ll tell you no lies

Take it all in my stride

Pack the L with that Shnaffleberry

It’s playing tricks on my mind

Just stay up rolling and chain smoking

Got bags under my eyes

They can smell it in the air

Wanna know where I got it from and what price

Ask no questions I’ll tell you no lies

Lunar’s going in, damn!

Every day I smoke like I’m in Dam

Stop giving it the bigger styles, I’ve got a million of ‘em

Anybody saying they’re similar must be kidding ya

(Bubby) My balls dangle down near the ground

Like a Bassett Hound’s ears, I’m out here

Tryna make my CD a classic

High fades, like cheap jeans on a fat beat

Roll up a whole Z, we hotbox the studio sesh

I want my money up front, no debts

Nah, don’t tick like a Rolex

I’m surprised I didn’t break off an arm

As a kid I used to masturbate watching cartoons

'Til my skin literally got scraped off my palm

Now if a bitch isn’t fucking I say 'Bon Voyage'

Living wreckless, bitch give me head

While I sit and check through my Twitter mentions

Turned up to the family intervention

In my sister’s dress already pissed on Tennents

Put my life on lined paper — «Hi haters!

This is the hiatus»

You can keep on telling your lies later

More tall stories than a skyscraper

Take it all in my stride

Pack the L with that Shnaffleberry

It’s playing tricks on my mind

Just stay up rolling and chain smoking

Got bags under my eyes

They can smell it in the air

Wanna know where I got it from and what price

Ask no questions I’ll tell you no lies

Take it all in my stride

Pack the L with that Shnaffleberry

It’s playing tricks on my mind

Just stay up rolling and chain smoking

Got bags under my eyes

They can smell it in the air

Wanna know where I got it from and what price

Ask no questions I’ll tell you no lies