Lyrics to Garbage Pale Kids by Danny Brown & JPEGMAFIA
Niggas don’t rap no more, they just sell clothes
So I should probably quit and start a line of bathrobes
I’m cold like Missouri
Yeah, we ask Siri if I’m that ***
She’ll probably answer back
“Don’t ask me stupid ***, my ***”
I’m a stone cold degenerate, working out wit no membership
A minute late, you wondering where the *** went? (Where the *** go?)
My manuscript, I can’t handle it
Eat ya ass like I’m Canibus
I show up on your screen like tele-evangelist
And I have faith that I can clap those cheeks like—
Getting Brown to your yard
Need me more than a milkshake
And I say I’m out here
I’m up though
They wanna see me fall off, but they nuts bro
I keep the custos at the front door
Gotta line around the corner for this *** flow
Uh, yeah
Yeah, some of you niggas be talkin’ that ***
And spent all your life being *** rats
Gettin’ lined up ain’t enough
Getting slapped ain’t a dub
Getting shot and ain’t do nothing back
Shut the *** up with them subs
How you posting all day, but claim that you packing a Mack?
These niggas ain’t in my league and ain’t right in the head
We gon’ pull your daddy out his casket
(Suck my ***, *** ass ***)
I thought we chased yo punk ass off the scene
Caught that Raekwon, you should stick to the cream
Servin’ these niggas like I’m Paula Deen
Blood raw I don’t cook what I eat
Hook shot, *** I think I’m Kareem
I don’t believe what you say on them beats
They gave you hands and cleats
Why you still posting memes?
Why you ain’t grab no beam?
This *** still on my feed, talkin’ what he should’ve did
Should’ve-could’ve-would’ve ass ***
Why the *** you ain’t it did it?
The way that you talk someone should’ve been missing
My boy, it ain’t real, ‘less you can’t see that
Uh-uh
You can’t be broke and over 30, getting your ass beat, where do you sleep at?
Come on, bro