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Andrew Field Pickering - Bulk Gummies Lyrics

[Intro: Vulture Voltaire & HY]
(Uh- uh- uh-) Uh huh
I think we
(Yeah! yeah!)
I think it'd be better if we started rappin'
(One- one- one- one, two- two- two!)
Yeah
Bulk gummies
DI DA
(Bulk gummies)
(Yeah!)
(F- F- F-) FFA

[Verse 1: Vulture Voltaire & HY]
Shove it in your face, shut up and chew your Happy Meal
I want the ideal so what's the big deal with your big wheel
Pedal raps, never diss the gold medalists
Who sell trash for kids, that meddle with my metal wind
Now that's flashy, kid, you want some asthma, just ask me
Runnin' out of breath tellin' your friends that I'm nasty
I toss [?]
You know they crushed it
Cause the copper top popped and it leaked [?] Vulture V
Got the strange urge to rub it, you love it
Now you look like two-face, you love it
But then get mad when they rummage through your luggage
That's just the custom, in the capital
Spelled with all capitals, and somethin'
And somethin', we thumpin'
A symbol of cymbalist crashin', simple assassin
Whenever we blastin', venomous emphasis givin' 'em enemas
When we kickin' the shit with a passion (Oh shit!)
We passin' a pen with a penchant for punishin' upon us the government lovin'
They covet their solar panel handle vandals
[Interlude: Vulture Voltaire]
Not just that oh, but that oh-oh-oh
It's not that oh, but that oh-oh-oh
It's that oh-oh-oh
It's that oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Vulture Voltaire & HY]
Ah, these kids like "oh, I didn't know you flow"
When I'm like "no? Now you know my flow"
I make you peel my sunburn, you know that I glow
Plus you do so-so, so, so well, let Sterling go
Well, I pack light in my backpack
Got a lightsaber and a pack of Life Savers (Yeah!)
Bulk Gummies like a crowded old folks home
I roll with tummies from skinny to large boned
Like, who's Star Jones? (Who?) Who's Star Jones?
Hot, now you know I'm out to touch
If you're out of touch like mayors in bowties
And we on to that so we never honor that
Put the turtle on his back
Drummer from radio box bomb
Is hot like a Botswana saunaLola Falana is like homicide ménage à trois rap
Runnin' laps in Ghana
Levant promenade traps
You spit that crap, you a goner
Feliz Navidad, cats with your hardhats
And all that protective gear
[Interlude: HY & Vulture Voltaire]
All that, elbow pads, knee pads, flak jackets, cups
(oh-oh-oh)
(I don't give a shit, man)
Shoulder pads, neck braces, cowboy collars and all that
(oh, oh, oh)
Get your gloves too

[Verse 3: Vulture Voltaire & HY]
Les Misérables [?] is a job laser precision
Riddick Botox, gives you a fat lip with no docsExcept the MD where we livin'
You gettin' one out of ten incisions
(Choose your own adventure), make a decision
See what I do is I knew that you neutral rappers
With plastic surgery afterwards askin' us if you beautiful
Fuck beauty, we don't want change in the usual
Just two kids that won't visit you in ya cubicle
Jesus freak nasty, hands upon my hip
Like your mom when she yell at you whenever you start to trip
I go out and about, I'm tryna split, they not havin' it
Try to travel with this beard and get my baggage sniffed
Rabbit soundtracks with the H (H) to the Y (Y) to the naked eye
Devils we makin' them cry, nice mics we makin' them die
One by one the two, three
V to the U to the L, T
U to the R to the E, the V