Left Right Left Right
(Hook)

Keep on Marching like the month
Day by day, that leprechaun stuff
Smoke them breathless with no lungs
Like a cig is the pen Imma tuck

Stick you up no Tama drums
These toms will fill you up
Ensnare you, once you get stuck
We Let them Paradiddles buck

(Verse 1)

Tip your hats to us
Opening up, your mouth gets shut
Hit with a chalk, bored of you punk
Been in the white with hip hop wove

Meant "in the right," like Elmer Fudd
Never shotty, I'm blunt or bust
Like a musket is what Imma stuff
I must've made a tape that's snuff
Like a German Shephеrd mutt
Mixed in tryna sniff out smut

I've hid in my songs amok
The rhythm I been on been stuck

On 44 likе fourty fours
Hitting death's note like Ryuk's dome
I done told him get a pen to pin up foes
Like a calendar pic, their days been shown
As numbered, then get crossed over slow

My feet been in sync, or so I'm told
But it been to me more like a sea shore
Cuz With my steps, I'm over-boat

At the helm, not cappin, though
Like I'm going down? Know I won't
Everything I did wasn't a hoax

But still on Loch, like Nessie, ho
That why I'm not picked for shows
That or my voice too piccolo

Yet if I write noise baritone
I drone on songs, go monotone
But I know my metronome
Been uncomparable so

If I hit the snare with my flow
Little Drummer boy's goes on his roll

(Hook) x2

Keep on Marching like the month
Day by day, that leprechaun stuff
Smoke them breathless with no lungs
Like a cig is the pen Imma tuck

Stick you up no Tama drums
These toms will fill you up
Ensnare you, once you get stuck
We Let them Paradiddles buck

(Verse 2)

Like a Phantom gotta get him Ghost

He keep spazzing untouchable
He wreak havoc with his heart-est strokes
Till the game bring flatlines from a foe
Like they had a heart attack, one dose
Cholesterol make them say whoa
Dom been fatter than these hoes

He stamps them, Malone's his Post
He Pops a trunk to Yell at wolves
He drops a punk, cuz his heat been cold

Anybody stopping him, he condones
Lethal force on those at his ego
More harm than good, it's where he go

When MC-ING, what's on his soul
Is rubber like the kicks he sold
He's busting like chicks giving him dome

You're nothing, like jerking off to flows
He published online, my catalog blows

A cunnilingus to pussy hoes

Stick these suckers up
With a floor Tom from my Top Gun
Keep Cruising with Ethan to Hunt
Proceed reaping the Grim with luck

Smoke 'em like a forest does
Give the Amazon Brazilians
So bright, I remain brilliant
With the mic, I've stayed so Numb

I feel nothing when your hit is up
I meant all of your shit sucks

You be like birds, sucks to swallow
When Imma bust words, not with hollows
Like a Hairy Potty, suck my wand ho

(Hook) x2

Keep on Marching like the month
Day by day, that leprechaun stuff
Smoke them breathless with no lungs
Like a cig is the pen Imma tuck

Stick you up no Tama drums
These toms will fill you up
Ensnare you, once you get stuck
We Let them Paradiddles buck

(Outro)

Yeah...

We let them paradiddles buck
Left right left right at them punks

Yeah...
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