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I’m in the basement
Of the club
Got no cell coverage
And we dumping on anyone
Who come in
Wearing the Taco Bell colours
What’s wrong
You smell something?
I swell up
And swallow the sun
Man, you can tell I’m coming
And you in recovery feeling
Lovely
Eating Cheesy Gordita Crunches
Jump out the hum-v
On ya, Humpty
Beat you with your own crutches
Leave you picking up the pieces
Of your own puzzle
I flip digits
It’s good business
Slip Gidget in a muzzle
And nothing sweating
But my fountain drink
My heart rate down a bit
For every fucking crown I split
Ya it’s kismet
In a cupholder
Double portion
What explosions
LAX’ll have you hugging porcelain
Girth’ll serve you
Stuck a fork in
Every star
You ever fucking wished on
Getting plucked from orbit
Man, if grievances were monetized
Then I could truly see
Why you would keep
Deleting nacho fries
I’m baha blasting
Past the crocodiles
Glass cracked like opera highs
The bathroom is a toxic sty
Lastly, man
I’m not gon’ lie
But I have always much preferred
Their competition
TacoTime

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from Crunch Rap Supreme + Remixes, released July 23, 2023

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