Tempura lyrics

[Verse 1: YUNG $NOW]
Long-, Long-, Long-
Long hair, don't care, b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
Open me up in a new window
Talkin' about that bong sharin', lawnchair chillin' in the kitchen
$crimmy whippin' up the dope, while I'm playin' Nintendo
Slit my lymph node, *59 stay in the dark
f*ck the limelight, b*tch, that's my kinfolk
Been throwed since '94
di*k throwed a little bit to the left, 'til I find the right ho, oh
Really though, I hate when corny motherf*ckers say they got a sick flow
Soundin' like Carl Winslow, b*tch, I'm spittin' Dead Snow
That's a good movie, we can watch it, we can f*ck and then you can go to bed, ho
b*tch, turn off the lights, I can still see the glow
Keep it up and I'ma take you home
Crib like an igloo, b*tch, that's why they call me Yung $now, oh

[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
It's that Yung Pharaoh blowin' on that Sarah Sparrow
Eyes lookin' narrow, sippin' lean wit' a sombrero
Rio de Janeiro paint on my f*ckin' Chevy
Ridin' 'round wit' a b*tch that look like Lil' Debbie
Now tell me what you know
Yung Vincent Van Gogh
Lil John McEnroe
Put the blade to my throat, it's that $uicide—
My manic depressive and gun on the dresser mind state
The psycho professor, the demon possessor, but nevertheless a soul mate
In a grey state
Watch me raise the crime rate
Welcome to Hell's gates, b*tch
I'm that flamin' dragon
Seven heads, and draped in satin
Speakin' tongues in Latin
Yung Death
Lil Famine