MILKBOY from MYLKBOI by MYLKBOI
Tracklist
| 1. | MILKBOY | 4:31 |
Lyrics
No you can't cleanse my pallet
No you can't trim my fat
I saw you pour the soy and I don't fuck with that
You need in a dark box with a cold spot
I need a whole lot of cookies in my jar pops
Stack em up and take a dunk
Cartons all up in my trunk
Come see me nom on this cow semen
What the fuck
FDA say good to eat
Let em pray if it's for me
Even when I'm rotten ill be good enough
Break the car top
Let the froth erupt
I've got soft spot
For all you fuck ups
I was raised in it
And I bathe in it I am (milk boy)
And I shaved with it and the shtyle is the (milk boy)
I was be born with it and you warm me up
I am Milkboy
pasty white, larger than a petabyte
Milkboy
Habits are tradition
So pervert it like a warden might
I'm beside your bed a portion every night
Coursing through intestines
Messing with some pepsin
They all fall to pieces when they meet the legend
Let me expedite your indigestion
I'm classified the mastermind
Pulverized I'm pulling strings that I devised
I'm so ultra pasteurized I'll never die
Inviting in these stooges and their saccharides
Amylolysis, just call me Papadopoulos
I'll fake an alibi
Consistency
Thick with three Cs
Fuck with me, keep your knees
Top notch big bones are fully grown
And I'll break your crotch if you take my throne
(I’m Milk Boy!)
But you babies can't shake me
I'm the bomb and the Daisy
Getting in with the kids like I'm Kevin fucking Spacey
It's the milk boy
99 percent fat
I’m the milk boy
And I leave some room for my gat
Oh, oh,
It’s meyeah-It’s what?
It’s Milkboy, fuck you
Yo soy
Milk boy (no soy)
No soy (milk boy)
Milk boy (no soy)
Yo soy (milk boy)
Milk boy (no boy)
No soy (no soy)
Milk boy (I only drink milk)
No you can't cleanse my pallet
No you can't trim my fat
I saw you pour the soy and I don't fuck with that
You need in a dark box with a cold spot
I need a whole lot of cookies in my jar pops
Thats my job
Spitting like a nitrous pump
Sputter at a fucking frump
For frumping on these five year olds
I’m Shitting in a sippy cup
Don't fuck me with me or its about to get lumpy
I'm annoyed that you toy with me
Soggy hands you'll be a
Shriveled man
I shower with the suave brand
And drink that carton
I'm not a soy boy
I don't lactate
I masturbate a cow
Give a handie
Or a shandy or to a cow
(I don’t know what I should have said there, but I didn’t say what I wanted to say)
Stack em up and take a dunk
Cartons all up in my trunk
Come see me nom on this cow semen
What the fuck
FDA say good to eat
Let em pray if it's for me
Even when I'm rotten ill be good enough
Raised in it and I bathe in it I am milk boy (Yo soy, Milk boy)
I shaved with it and the shtyle is the milk boy (No soy, milk boy)
I was be born with it (Yo soy)
Yeah, warm me up (Milk boy)
I am Milkboy
I’m annoyed that you toy with me (No soy, milk boy)
Necesitamos el sol, para poder alimentarnos energía, llevar la prosa al motel, hallarlo, quiero posar y atraparlos con pluma y ver correr la tinta, hermosa poesía, vamos a dar espacio en el cuaderno para hablar del error que el pasado que empieza pensando que en tu presente es el fuego vaciado, está cortando la leña aunque te duela cae en el piso, necesito poner los pies en la tierra y meditarlo. Tiempo yo, el enfermo, grito por la ventana, el viento dijo “Me limitas el aire”. Agarrando cierto oyo, me pierdo escrito, oscura la llaga, fijo, te invito este baile. Ese motor tesla, ese árbol que prende tu chimenea, letra dura y el dedario en mi cabeza, y en la creación espesa, hoy me siento más liviano ya que menos pesa Marco, sepa Marco de engañarlo, manejando y en tu mesa si se pone el plato principal de tanto a tanto, se llama presente empieza. Igual no cae tarde del dede porque lavando talco en mi pieza un reflejo una visión media profunda, en el sol me metí en partes, que a hora están juntas, que luego me descartes, para ver mi angustia, lo único que es parte, si me preguntas el fuego dentro de ti arde, aunque te hundas.
