Your Old Droog - Free Turkey lyrics

rate me

Another chapter of the Droog and RTNC saga

Never hear me rhyme about Balenciaga

You just did!

My bad, I'm maladjusted

Look at you, girl, you beat, chopped, and busted

Not to be trusted, we must rid ourselves of you

Find some other shit to delve into

Or let that metal rinse your mental

It's more than incidental

I spark a Winston wincing at your dental, damn

Refuse to use the word 'sheesh'

I had this shit locked back when bitches would say 'eesh'

Don't ask me my what's in my cup, capisce?

I appreciate it, dog, we faded

Ego deflated, wasn't even slated to perform and I slayed it

Gave y'all this free turkey

Not like I do this for fun, this is work, B

Ain't nothing glamorous, who am I, Fergie?

I make you feel like you did as a kid

Going to the store to eat jerky

Prank calling people trying to be the Jerky Boys

A touchtone terrorist, all you young motherfuckers, that's the era you missed

Sierra Mist ass suckers is playing the third wheel

The people know I'm for real

Ego Trip better put this rap on a list

I'm getting off like a slap on the wrist

Step into the flow, kneejerk, involuntary like Peter, Paul and Mary

Yo, who dat?

I know the rules, they palm the ball and carry

Killing ‘em was my calling, in food it’s culinary

Big fish, little fish or a Balkan on a small canary

I found peace in taking down these imaginary boundaries

While you was making brownies

Get a bounty on your head and you’ll need more than the quicker picker upper

It gets sicker, you’ll be some stick-up kid’s supper

My flow is water, yours is milk, that’s why we skim through it

It’s the raw kind of fluid

I’m royalty, these other cats been salty

Since the era of the tall tee

They came through? Sonning ‘em

If it was chains, they been running ‘em

Gang members was getting it, flags burned right in front of them

Came back when the smoke cleared with steak knives

Like they was ready to take lives, alright

Went home with it clean

Had to be like fifteen

Your Droog’s not blue or red, I'm light green

But I got homies who ‘Baaaang!’ like Mike Breen

Go down memory lane with sports

I’m loco, hoe, just ask my cohorts

Far out

Word to all the birth stains, veins, and warts

Sitting under your chain by Lorraine Schwartz

I spread knowledge through hate and educate

You cater to the masses, the dumbasses

The crassest, lowest form of humor

I hate it, their labs need to be fumigated

They can’t fuck with the poon-poon pummeler

Who spot that camel toe through a puma

Bad little thing, in the crib watching Boomerang

Hit her with powe rbombs and suplexes

Bitch was so wet, she made a soup in my Lexus, check this

Although my life trife, we still hit them trifectas

Baaaang!

Dispensing joints like turkey sandwiches

And Goya Nectars, with the re-issue for the collectors

Stronger than menthol, if rap lyrics were scenes in a movie this’d be the air vent crawl

Bootleg, copped straight from out the gutter y’all, it’s butter how I ball

Free turkey like the birds behind the G ball, butterball, yo