Makin' Mew Sick II

[Hook]
Oooh, they did a new shit?
Who ain't makin' music?
Makin' my Mew sick a lot
Think you drop the bomb? Guess what! What?

Oooh, they did another shit
Who ain't makin' music?
Still Magic Jew sticks makin' Mew sick
Nuke me, drop the bomb, I'll defuse it

[Verse 1]
With music ‘n' lyrics of so infinimits
Blind shall see its image, dies from mind blow in a minute
Don't fidget, kid, I used to be in same shits
Now knee deep in it, will I ever reach that sink?

Singing in E N G's became my intention
It's starting the engine to leave this fuckin' dungeon
Yeah, despite of my Czech origin
Wanna be polite but I can hardly imagine

What's the feeling of being paid by fame
In rap music, I just wanna make it rain
What do you mean? Like capturing on a tape
Bitch in big pain squirtin' like fountain? Yeah

Are you sayin life ain't 'bout gold chain?
Then my tamagochi gets migraine
I am totally insane, ‘cause no MC except
Me wants cash, it's so silly it's sad

Even Jackasses needed to practice
Jumpin' with bare asses straight on the cactus
Keep sitting on a potty
Enjoy your pointless party

Fuck with all critics in public
In this post communists republic
But I am still sendin' praps to all artists
In former Soviet Union countries

'Cause nobody instead of your hood buddy
Got a clue what you were sayin', got it?
Bitches with such a crush on Russia
They gonna get wet ‘cause of the pressure

Hey, I almost forgot, here goes that blind boy
One minute is gone, say ahoy
And get Schwifty, Morty, fuck Rick
More beat for us, we are Euro Dick

We, ‘cuz it's he and me, the symbiont
Coverin' that piece of shit, Adam, so hiddious
But shit happens, nothing important
I know, not for mark-ass's ignorants

Judgin' people by clothes is wrong, I'm so bored from
Explainin' why, for million times
You's like a jammed quad cores
The worst is I can solve it, “'Cause we got the hard core!“

[Hook]
Oooh, they did a new shit?
Who ain't makin' music?
Makin' my Mew sick a lot
Think you drop the bomb? Guess what! What?

Oooh, they did another shit
Who ain't makin' music?
Still Magic Jew sticks makin' Mew sick
Nuke me, drop the bomb, I'll defuse it

[Verse 2]
For million years, same old Miller beer
Listenin' to me has no point in here
Still afraid of losing job, it's akward
Your career ain't really movin' forward

Don't be such a coward, Big Bang, Howard
Game over? Hold your crowbar, Gordon
Shout out the most tough bar, so loud
That it even scares Arnold, Mr. Governor

Take your shield, this could be vengeance
For OG Tookie's death penalty
Street knowledge? You know shit, bitch
Get your ass back on that potty

The main problem ain't I hate you
But that you think you are mature
You are hardly nature, I ain't liar, look at your
Face, must be in a danger, so purple, no beige

What else? Something from the kid's section?
Youngest girl from the hood with a huge infection
See her red spot? That's hot, let's touch her butt
Don't stop, she knows you kinda wish for a handjob

No bro, really, I'm cool, it's just for fun
Maybe foam, ‘cause here you got a little spot of cum
If you got a minute, I won't mind
Care 'bout plenty of shits, but she ain't my child

I'm Heizenberg, it's Breakings Bad
Who you foolin'? It's fake shit, man
Mixture of mercury fulminate in a pocket
Fuck it, lets mocket this faggot's head

Fags used to ride motorbikes and dicks
Now changing artists as their buddies
I just talked 'bout this, shit, it's like
You missed me launchin' the rocket, sí, fly!

[Hook]
Oooh, they did a new shit?
Who ain't makin' music?
Makin' my Mew sick a lot
Think you drop the bomb? Guess what! What?

Oooh, they did another shit
Who ain't makin' music?
Still Magic Jew sticks makin' Mew sick
Nuke me, drop the bomb, I'll defuse it

[Verse 3]
Haven't I get shot by syringe, buddy?
'Cause I know what rhymes with an orange
It's squeezed out as whore in Germany!
Rearrange dee dee in her body, one more inch

But please, can I just keep my soul?
I don't feel like devil or god at all
I'm Euro Ding Ding Dong, so I know I could be wrong
If I am right now, I am tellin' every one through this song

I am peaceful boy's spreadin' joy
Among people I know
I'm gonna be an icon, why not?
I already am a giant psycho

My god! Fuck off!
A lot of musicians
Mumble as if they had
Taken the Poo mission

My shit's gonna be sensation
Poor generation which is ancient
They should be more patient
RIP to XTENTACION

I would like to pay in colombian crystal
For pictures with Colombia and Tristar
But I ain't no gangsta, OG with a pistol
I'm only IT, let me hack and install

An upgrade for your brain
Yeah, we know you the gangsta, jail
But who's not? So, what the fuck?
This shit was dope before Aftermath

Four twenty six, fuck this, back to those movies
I wanna make cartoon show for TV
But in a local studio? Please, maybe
With twenty two dioptrees, baby

So, let your hand do it by itself
Trust noone man, I can tell
When it's time to swag, they swag, they swag
When it's time to flex, they just flex

It's like some nasty ass reflex, nassflex
Here in Czech? I'mma answer that, no effect

[Hook]
Oooh, they did a new shit?
Who ain't makin' music?
Makin' my Mew sick a lot
Think you drop the bomb? Guess what! What?

Oooh, they did another shit
Who ain't makin' music?
Still Magic Jew sticks makin' Mew sick
Nuke me, drop the bomb, I'll defuse it

Oooh, they did a new shit?
Who ain't makin' music?
Makin' my Mew sick a lot
Think you drop the bomb? Guess what! What?

Oooh, they did another shit
Who ain't makin' music?
Still Magic Jew sticks makin' Mew sick
Nuke me, drop the bomb, I'll defuse it