Lyrics Biscuits & Mouse Eggs, I Wanna Marry You - $ILKMONEY

Biscuits & Mouse Eggs, I Wanna Marry You

Rebuild me like the six million dollar man
Add a biometric scan to the palm of my hand
The era of the disposable body plan
Can I kick it, nigga?
How much you wanna bet I can?
Over the fence, into the yard where the grass is much greener
Cause the sprinklers wet the lands, man
Soon I won’t need a bitch no more
I’ll just download my nut into the database
And create my future seed from Tor
You in the bleachers, but you be keepin' score?
How?
You niggas down a thousand
Heard you were lost then, I hope you found an option
If not, then bitch nigga stop
This a hard pill to swallow so imma just crush it and snort it
Trapped in the Matrix but still somehow I’m awake
And I just couldn’t ignore it
Woulda bought me some pussy, not enough cushion
I just couldn’t afford it
Whether I’m soaring or within torment, my soul is enormous
My skin is gorgeous, the phone is cordless
And so it’s under the coat that I’m sportin'
Told him it’s touring, but it was really the dope I’m importin'
Colored it orange and paint it back blue
And now I’m callin it Corbit
I’m like Steve Irwin except a nigga got poked up by a swordfish
I know a nigga
This melanin 440 a gram bitch
The pale horse with us and hell follows wherever he lands in
Been a fan since we shipped it from Mississippi to Canyon
Been on a tangent, these bitch niggas can’t stand it
I can’t remember what my plan is
I just like put niggas in boxes like deadstocks
Me and my niggas, we wash the dishes like we Malcolm and Redd Foxx
This 50 with me, an Indian bitch with a red dot
Your shit not hot, you got no drop and a dead block
This an emergency, I emerge and see how to emerge in a C class
You never heard of me?
I’m giving third degrees with this speech class
Three subjects and one song, history english and teach math
Hit his kneecaps, then hit the analog down once and t-bag
Police ass nigga, just keep tabs
Of course a bird nigga gon' tweet mad
If I was broke as you, I too, would probably be sad
Imma kick the door or just sneak past
I don’t need 'em to let me in
Imma just be a knee with a motherfuckin' ski mask
Ain’t no bitch
I took a bitch to Ruth Chris and gave her the toothpicks
I’m like Chip Skylark with a toolkit but I’m toothless
I got a coolin kit it was rusty when I got it but I souped it
I’m tryna kill a cracker, so my nigga, don’t make me use it