DRACULA FLOW 3 Songtext
von PLUMMCORP RECORDS

I′m movin' different
This shit ain′t nothin' to me, man
I'm a dog, I′m bitin′ the fart bubbles in the bath
We smokin' Symbiotes (ha-ha-ha)
Smokin′ that Whoopee Goldberg
South Egyptian, Furburger Deluxe
Mega Millions scratcher, skunk Bubba Kush
We smokin' dung beetle (ha-ha-ha)

I′m on 12 Vicodin smokin' on Scooby-Doo dick (ha-ha-ha)
We smokin′ Sequoia banshee boogers
We snortin' that good buffalo soldier tamarind Jordanian jimmies
They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm him (ha-ha-ha-ha)
That Burberry back woods hitting that pussy smell like a Hellcat V8
We smokin′ shit in a glass pipe
Blowin′ the lord's bubbles (yeah)
I′m sick in the head (ha-ha-ha)


I'm on them Broward County Tic-Tacs (ha-ha-ha)
I′m on them Georgetown Geronimo's
I′m on them Nashville Nibblers
I left my Margielas in the Benz truck
I'll have to stunt on them next time
I don't give a fuck if I go blind
I don′t need to see the price tag anyways (ha-ha-ha-ha)
I′m high on 12 Jason Bournes

Lookin' to beat the cum out of a thick fresh oak (oh-ho-ho-ho)
We′re smokin' filtered crack
You stupid piece of shit (ha-ha-ha), I′ll fuckin' kill you (ha-ha-ha)
Call that pussy The Matrix ′cause I'm in this bitch (ha-ha-ha-ha)
And I can't get out
Last guy who ran off on the pack
Got choked out by some Givenchy gloves
The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them (ha-ha-ha-ha)

Slowly faded into darkness
And I let the archangels take him (yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha)
I need more Sequoia banshee boogers
Don′t be shy, girl, I love me some pastrami mud flaps
I′m movin' like French Montana, heh?
Welcome to the cream kingdom, bitch
Open up
Black Chyna, I drink her piss out of another man′s balls


My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson
You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit
Reach for my neck, you′ll get turned into an example
Y'all gotta stop playin′ with me, man
I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the great pyramids
I pushed the camel through the eye of a needle (ha-ha-ha)
This shit ain't nothin' to me, man
Tied the opps to the back of a track car (ha-ha-ha)

And dragged him around the block for 24 hours
Motherfucker look like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra
After we was done with him
Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant (ha-ha-ha-ha)
I′m moving like Oppenheimer
She drop that ass on me from an egregious angle
They thought I was Steven Wallace (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Top shelf Zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm (ha-ha-ha-ha)

I have seen the Magna Carta
I′ve seen the Eye of Hora
I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa
Before y'all even became a type-1 civilization (ha-ha-ha-ha)
This shit ain′t nothin' to me, you stupid piece of shit
Step the wrong way and you will perish
That pussy feel like Biscoff butter
You think I care about this shit?

Ask me if I care about this shit
′Cause I don't give a shit
If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit
I′d be broke 'cause I don't give a shit (ha-ha-ha-ha)
My bitch look like David Hasselhoff
I balled so hard they thought I was a fuckin′ nut sack
This shit ain′t nothin' to me, man
I′ll kill you, you stupid piece of shit