Twenty On Five Lyrics

Scallops hotel, scallops hotel is the, building
Sovereign nose on my arrogant...
This lonesome crowd lends well to epistrophe
I don't get drunk off Listerine
Question the method, I tell em, accept the mystery
Sternly, bucking expectations is limiting
I wrote a jazz cabbage, while her ass fattened by the fireside
This no roundabouts, I play the Yes album for round about the thousandth time
Friendly reminder: there's ample sky, so I take to it
Mogs cop the break fluid
I put that twenty on five and kept it rolling my nig
They so corny and jive I kept it rolling my nig
It's a lot of dead motherfuckas who was also vigilant
Buzz Killington, wear a beat on a sling like a Remington rifle
MC sought disciples or masters
Really I'm just glad I got the rights to my masters
And ya'll called it "Art Rap" (shit)
And ya'll called it "Art-"
And ya'll called it "Art Rap"
Dark Twain wrote it falling out the sky on a barf bag
Commit a caper as a eulogy
A hater could be most useful to me
A hater could be most useful to me
A hater could be most useful to me
Scallops hotel, scallops hotel
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