Lyrics Stained Stuff, Straight Up - Kid Sleepy

Stained Stuff, Straight Up

Phonetic rap Casper, a beautiful disaster
Opinionated emphasis, annihilated passwords
Laughter?
Inundated, translate, articulate it
Expert level essays, your dissertation?
emaciated
Lubricate these lullabies, slip and slide, glide inside
Scuba dive, lips divide, lick my pole, fill her holes
Watch me stroll with Molly, Ethyl, leaning drinking glycol
Meditative, accurately murdered words on grassy knolls
Plant your ass down, homies rooted in silence
I’m on the up and up, flowing it, xylem
But bear in mind, I’ll check it, republic
Beard on that grizzly rep, Brenda Kupchick
An evil enigma, wrapped in a paradox
Blaring boondocks blocks in my favorite pair of socks
An orthodox goldilocks hand made my gnocchi
By jukebox smoking dimes while dimes smoke me
I’m on fire, I guess a dragon
Who has water wings to float higher than tugboats dragging you through
Guru quagmires, wishing you could ride her
But tough shit buddy, I’m her pussy occupier
Vagina survivors desire my saliva
I’m Arnold, not a predator, she’s Maria Shriver
Plus lady Godiva, nude, editor, messiah
A dick riding geyser prescribed by Pfizer
(I'm spitting so hard), car lot sniper at the cypher
(I'm spitting so hard), vicious venom I’m a viper
(I'm spitting so hard), china white feeds the grinder
(I'm spitting so hard), recollecting my incisors
Selling appetizers, armed to the teeth
My toothpick?
MacGuyer.
Bunnies?
Energizer
Playboy… hang on every word, tired
Kid Sleepy blasting 80s synthesizers
At the soiree, you’re acting maladroit
Already high in Montauk, so let’s get to The Point
Wet whistles with unspoiled kegs, cabernet
While she begging me to fry her eggs, faberge…
Cause you slept on da kid while I slept with your bitch
Hoes say, Canseco watch me switch hit
With my dipstick deep in ya chick, stain stuff
And her lipstick pucker wishlist, straight up