Articulate Songtext
von Scoochie Boochie

I′m articulate as all get out
But I don't know what to talk about
There′s a lot of shit I jog around
I think we wish that we could all get out
Pop-Pop where were you as everything got shitty?
I was in Chicago rapping about titties
Planet I was on was looking iffy
So I invent a better one and said it with beats
As a fetus you could hear my muffled freestyles
I hadn't even dropped somebody tried to leak files
From the cradle to the stage until I'm senile
Pop-pop, what′s that tat?
It′s an .mp3 file
I'm the best to ever do it If by it you mean
Entendre about body parts and fluids
Flawless execution of a stupid vision
Like a priceless marble statue of a Cupid pissing
Oh my god, it′s Ronnie Shout out to Ronnie at Outback
I was down bad now I'm up 20
All of my music is found cash
For a crowd that
Finds butts funny
I′m being zany and lanky
I fuck like a rabbit
I feel like I'm Bugs Bunny
Smoking on gas from the warp drive
Blunt is so fat I could sword fight
Ronnie came through with some more fries
Thanks Ronnie!
You better buckle your shorts, guys
Because the following four lines
Will be the greatest of your life
(nonsense)
(hype)