Sleepy Hollow (Juneyah & Rose)
Collab I did with another crew member
[Smell of booze fills the air as *****s yell in unison, watching the TV attached to the ceiling.]
[Rose]
So im sitting here drinking beer with my ***** at my side
feeling darker then a ****** adding tint to my ride
empty bottles get me mad cause i lost all my hope
I’d refill but these pills cost so im outta dough
[Jr]
Trippin on the liqour, finna burn my trees like Wicker
This ***** infront of me thicker than blood between *****s
So I might as well just grab her, plan to jab ‘er with my dagger
Im a rapper, **** her man, bouta pull a Fonda, Jagger
[Rose]
who the **** is this freddy cruger faggot on the bar
looks like maggots got attracted to his face then had a war
your breath smells like ****, **** talkers make me hurl
so pogostick your *** to the front and jump up off my girl
[Jr]
Freddy Kruger? Better weep, this ain’t a dream, your soul I’ll keep
And your *****, stuffed in the Jeep. Charming sweep her off her feet
Crack ur ****, reverse Norton. Trust me, no one is mourning
And by the morning, ur a vampire, to dust, ill send u soaring
[Rose]
we both vampires… i suck up ***** and you suck up the ****
yeah you ****ing up the game because you suck your scripts
ill grab this bar stool and charge fools, scar ghouls with hard tools
the bar dule is far too hard too smash then rawr through
[Jr]
I’m a vampire, flowin like the blood out ur entire neck
Red like Beck, think u got me cornered? But its only check
Leave ur wincin, call it gout. No R, so why the pout?
Can’t touch me, kin to trout. Broke your bars, run from the South
[Rose]
i smash this beer in your face and watch the glass splatter
i dont give a **** its fag backwards you look like mad hatter
couldnt find a rap badder adding retarted crack rappers
your whack standers suck *** you fag bastard
[Jr]
Straight edge as a closet fag, slice or jab?
Bag this cat. Top hat plus axe, feel the wrath
End this **** like south seccession, the lesson is count your ****ing blessings
Give you a chance like its New York, dont question my slight regression
[Rose]
ruff you up with my connections, stuff you up like bad congestion
collections of bodys lessen, in basements made for conventions
your dead body gives affection your flesh ill give my attention
im here to make an suggestion talk **** then bring protection
Live a good, noble life and pay no attention as to whether gods exist. If they are just, they will judge you for your virtuous life, not your worship.