And in from the door steps of dumbass struts the fool's gold
Know-it-all, and you wear it well
Funk-less in full length
Too square to stand for anything, somebody give that man a chair
No matter where you opt to sit, the opposit attract law don't fit
Repel even the docile, always showing your nostrils, got them hostile
The weight so uppity, til someone barks on ya
You get puppy feet
Quite a laugh, cause you don't know half, but act like you own the whole [?]
And everyone allegedly under you, begging just to guzzle from your fountain of fresh
Hashtag
Fuck outta here, they rather stay clear
Roll up the papers and pass
While you turn your nose from the smell
Like Stanley on Fridays
Saying we should stay off the grass
As if the lines you sniff is more healthy
Delusions of prestige, it's not where the health be
B, you need to get it together
But nah, here comes you, part Frank Drebin, part Mr. Magoo
Stay stepping into trouble
Oh so [?] when you're repping for your bubble
But bubbles can get popped, exposed to reality
Watch the words that drop
There's not enough salary to cover the check
'Fore you're behind on cash
People can see you coming like 9/11 ash
Toxic til your last days
And with your shady maneuvers
No one will include you where they ass stays
Behold your royal highness of sinus. It's near 800 miles of running cause your nose needs plumbin'
Captain Nose-dive reporting for duty on the good ship Handkerchief, all aboard. And that goes for you too Nostril-damus
He who knows nose from the from the rooty to the tooty he defines snooty. Somebody asked me the other day is the brother a brother. This Kleenex wipe, yeah I see that
Like you got one eye on top of your third
A star is born but whose claimin' that birthright
At first sight you the well dressed Park Ave sachet
Acclimated to the scent of your own tail, the bullshit
The same bull that rage when teh buck stops
You be walkin' on clouds but that's a smoke machine
See your dineros can't buy bliss, get high flex
Turn into you flippin' the bird
And every man under your wing
You build your nest egg but you was spoiled rotten
Forgotten you can get robbed of your fame
Beak out like pelicans
You relishin' the fact that you stand feet from stardom
You bargain astonishin' antiques in this modern way of livin'
So tight and not a half size forgivin', you takin' the piss
You got a (?) and duplex
Them two Tec and our God won't protect ya
Can't stay in them white gloves for too long Mr. Handy man
Canaries don't chirp in your candy land
Yeah the motherfuckin' pigeons are us
And then you strove through the valley of (?). They come through, simple to you, stranger to his own father. Sell them down and get down
Cause his number stays up like yours son. We talkin' up there like a satellite
Spacious, past, lupus, unfamiliar, was that it dog? You smell more like pig to me
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
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