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Mongolian Beef - CZARFACE

Mongolian Beef

CZARFACE

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Lyric

Yeah, yo, ayy, yo

36 Chambers, peace to Osiris

You can see the weakness of a

Aman right through his iris

You can see the weakness

Through your coke right through the Pyrex

You should speak to me

Instead of speakin' interdirect

'Cause me no understand that

Stupid doo-doo, do your dolly

Put the toodle to your noodle,

'Fore I shoot you, you say, "How, Sway?"

Bust a basset over my sir,

Put his casket in the casa

Explain the passion of the dud

And kill his daughter in the process

Comin' out the world like

I was wrestlin' a Loch Ness

Ice drippin', sammy bull leather in the motley

If it's beef, I'm Mongolian,

You jelly like petroleum

Body in the kitchen gettin' rolled in linoleum

Clean clear the whole block,

Call me a custodian

Might want an echo chamber

Every time I'm on the podium

Aw, sucky sucky now

Empire thinkin' 'bout fuckin' Cookie now

Aw, sucky sucky now

Empire thinkin' 'bout fuckin' Cookie now

You know the CZAR

Fallen rocks, you know what I mean?

Hazmat

Hip hop hero, the rest to be low

Robert Downey style,

Treat 'em less than zero

Streets know, void

More raw than Perico

Soul brother rock a

Knick hat with a peacoat

Livin' the G code,

Green like Rico, Harlem

Official bomb squad,

Folk on the weed smoke

Murder he wrote, behold,

He quote

Truth, swallow it hard,

That's a deepthroat

Shine brighter than the

Diamonds on your wristwatch

Spit the seventeenth

Shot before the clip drop

I'm in the gridlock,

Red dot a big shot

This shit is hot, buyin'

Bullets at the fish spot

Where the grits pop for the bread

Givin' split tops, and you can't do shit,

I'm like your strict pops

And the flow stays

Wetter than your chick box

Hater kick rocks, this rocks

Yo, your bones are brittle,

I'll have you livin' in the hospital

You garbage, your best guess and

I will laugh at your vigil

I'm bringin' a skud vision,

I'm thinkin' it doesn't tickle

You speakin' of, blood'll trickle,

Get hit with a Russian sickle

Flash the bat signal

If you are ever found of guilty of bein'

A shill you can look forward to your acquittal

And Pharrell, you the fake of the year

What you quote unquote curate,

That don't cure aches of the ear

Yeah, the flow more night than a kid's mind on Fortnite

I spike like a Guardian ward fight

The type short-sighted like

A four-eyed dwarf height

They wanna rap, I show 'em the steps

Like a porch light

They don't want it

Engage all defenses,

Get this man a shield

You gon' need it when

I spit crazy bars like a stand from steel

Lone wolf for the ounce, it's '96

Only challenge you count the brothers I rhyme with

- It's already the end -