TEMPURA

[Verse 1: YUNG $NOW] Long-, Long-, Long- Long hair, don't care, bitch, I don't give a fuck Open me up in a new window Talkin' about that bong sharin', lawnchair chillin' in the kitchen $crimmy whippin' up the dope, while I'm playin' Nintendo Slit my lymph node, *59 stay in the dark Fuck the limelight, bitch, that's my kinfolk Been throwed since '94 Dick throwed a little bit to the left, 'til I find the right ho, oh Really though, I hate when corny motherfuckers say they got a sick flow Soundin' like Carl Winslow, bitch, I'm spittin' Dead Snow That's a good movie, we can watch it, we can fuck and then you can go to bed, ho Bitch, turn off the lights, I can still see the glow Keep it up and I'ma take you home Crib like an igloo, bitch, that's why they call me Yung $now, oh [Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH] It's that Yung Pharaoh blowin' on that Sarah Sparrow Eyes lookin' narrow, sippin' lean wit' a sombrero Rio de Janeiro paint on my fuckin' Chevy Ridin' 'round wit' a bitch that look like Lil' Debbie Now tell me what you know Yung Vincent Van Gogh Lil John McEnroe Put the blade to my throat, it's that $uicide— My manic depressive and gun on the dresser mind state The psycho professor, the demon possessor, but nevertheless a soul mate In a grey state Watch me raise the crime rate Welcome to Hell's gates, bitch I'm that flamin' dragon Seven heads, and draped in satin Speakin' tongues in Latin Yung Death Lil Famine