Beef
Mario Broz
Lyrics
I’ve been jumping out the basement like the heater’s leaking gas
I’ve been sending out these pages like I’m working for the feds
Ay, I’m so fucking crazy, after we meet you’ll need meds
Ay, fucking all these hos in their Chuck T’s and their Keds
Wisco hustle boy, I’d and moved some hustle kegs
L-U-I-G-I, you better fucking get down
Green is my color, I’m a Goombah, Kumar, Koopa
Scooper, DIY loser, you better fucking lube up
I’ve been educating like I can’t take y’all gibberish
Y’all can’t float the bottom like you don’t got no sinkers on
I’ll pop the trunk, put the lift gate on your lips and shit
I come out the working class, all about my business bitch
Still rattling out the ground with the bass, you got the sinking ships
You got sinking tits, this 30/30 still rip a picture
Start a fissure, I’m from the way up north though
The coldest blizzard, put it to your chin, adam apple, and your gizzard
Adlibs, bridge
I’m so cool and rich
I’ve been OC like I’m OD’ing
A cold demon, always in the cut like I’m folding a blunt
I’ve been in the field, I’m a truck
I know what’s code, like I’m IT
I know where it’s at, check the IP
I hear all the freaks, I got ESP
My notes in all italics and bolded
Bitch I’ll show you some Times New Roman
This 300 shit with gladiators in the bullpit
Rah, mindset of an ancient philosopher
Working these fingers on this scribe on this tablet
Jesus Christ I’m a pacifist, I put treaties on my action list
Catching felonies off these feline, pussy, gatu, cat shits
I feel like an alien national playing with this Monopoly money
Go straight to jail without passing go
I’m looking at Arms List like should I cop the AK, AR, or another pistol
Shit, I might need me a missile
I already know the coordinates to send it to
What’s your address again?
I forget it too
Bloing, bloing, bloing
Luigi
