Lyrics Palo Santo - CrimeApple, Big Ghost Ltd

Palo Santo

A few Coronas and a dosage but I’m focused, man
Testarossas plans bout to bubble, someone shook the soda can
Fredrick Krueger when you snoozing, you despise the moment
This ain’t the rapper taking classes at the tiger showmans
I’m ferocious, make the cheese do the callisthenics
Or I just leave it if that’s your preference
Less is more, so why say a lot?
This shit like spontaneous human combustion, dog, nobody made me hot (Nobody)
Eating omelettes in Tulsa, rocking the rattlesnake
Guess we had to crack some eggs, all your shit was Fabergé
Got me touching poor zingers for the poppy price
Got me eating right about the pot at night
Arroz con habichuela mi nena give you the cicatriz
Pigs pull up, she be like «yo no se»
I just dropped the hardest, regardless, ain’t come to quibble with you
Twist a missile, everybody floats like when It come get you
Nautical challenges, checks and balances, algorithms, the outcome is a coward
getting split up without division
Envision me doing origami while they scorch your body
It’s best not to let them gas you like Dino Ortolani
I keep a snake close as Jake in case Jackes surround the place and make me turn
this bitch to
I pour a glass of draino
Some rappers out their braino so I left the casket ready
I let a king hear, said to get the pastor ready
We network with the Bloods like a capillary (Facts)
My homie wearing blue Cripple and he adversary (Facts)
Just leave it up to me to make the package heavy
Big Ghost said the weight’d probably crack the levees
I fly confetti over the celli ducking tackle berries
But next year I might be in Glastonbury
That’s what funny about my life now
But this is how it sounds when the competition imaginary
I don’t wanna link and build, I’d rather eat your lunch
Gorilla glue and the dutch, something new with the clutch
I’m dipping down pally, seeds for the valley
Timepiece Ukrainian looking like Vitali
Rappers sending shots, I’m sending bombs back
Pressure cooker with the nails in it, fuck a long rap
I heard every cheap shot, but I don’t got a weak spot
I just watch 'em die slow until I smell the meat rot
Toss a
You hustle for sapatos, I employed the gatos
Burn the Palo Santo, hex you then behead the gallo
looking like I mighta hit the lotto
Small Link like Zelda,
Man this shepherds for the lawyer looking Jon Lovitz
I went to high school high, now I can teach you something
the budget, flooded racy, call me Dick Tracy
Yellow trench, metal stench, got this bitch lazy
I only rap the water cress, the water stretch, you offer less
In less than six months I’m who they call the best (Best)
Can’t wait, I’m just trying get my fam straight
Get a tan, get my ham glazed, pissing champagne
Chickas wanna play but I demand pace
From girls who like white girls like Anne Heche
Wow
Wow