Woody Pond - Whiskey

Song Rating: 8.90/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro]
A chess match Thomas?
Yeah, Ill be black (Like my soul)
So I go first then?
Yeah, Ill be going last

Oh lets leave this bottle here
And every time one of us loses a piece
We take a shot of whiskey
Get ready to black out

(Backwoods)

[Verse 1 (DJO)]
When we tie
With a Thai chick
Hit her with the high kick
She told me she liked dick
Guess Im motherf**in psychic
The flow froze over like an ice rink
Hit you with that 4-bar
Then another
I aint in a foreign car, thats my f**in brother
Nuclear engineer that man is
I stashed the best sounds where Batman lives
Cause you f**ers aint worthy
My weed earthy
I speak wordy
Reach 30
My D hurting
The chick get thirsty
I see her searching
I start to flirting
Forget her first name
Uh

Yo girl post that p**y like a model
She had my D rose like Chicago
Listening to FlyLo
While Im on a rhino
How the f** Im such a G?
How the f** should I know?
Need to balance for these chems like stoichiometry
I call these b**hes bad
Like Im practicing misogyny
All this green Im burning must be bad for the economy
Get the whole world high as f** off my honesty

Checkmate

[Bridge]
f**, f**! Fu – Are you sure?
Look at your king, b**h
Yeah, well –
Stop, stop, cause Im hungry

Draw your blade
Ah, you wanna fence, faggot?
To the d**h?
But first lets drink a gla** of this
What is this concoction?
Absinthe
Lets make things a little interesting

[Verse 2 (Woody Pond)]
(Pawn DG)
(Live Dirty)
You mightve had me there
But now you will be absent


Swordplay while were gone off absinthe
High up in the [?] of Aspen
In the background
You lightly hear some old Michael Jackson
I dont do that [?]
When it gets down to it Im not pa**ing
Hotbox
Open up the door look like a fog machine
When you in the wild
Boy you dont know who the dogsll be
The savages
We only ship havoc in our packages
Reading pa**ages
Out a Doctor false practices
Palaces of mattresses
Like we own a superstore
Performin for some super sores
Im super bored
Shes super short
Stupid how I choose the courts
Girls like apples bruised to core
I just ask them use the door
Im used to scores
[?]
Dude I gotta do the chore
Body beats
Body rappers
I might have you k** yourself (Whoop)
Like a body snatcher
RC Music (Haha)
Yall some copy catters
Woody f**ing Pond
I guess hes all that matters

Dodge and parry
My fencing sk**s are scary
And b**h Im very near a merry career
I mean Im barely here
This absinthe working its magic
This sword fight might end tragic
If I die drop my body off in traffic
Thats it
If I die drop my body off in traffic
Thats it
If I die drop my body off in traffic
Thats it
If I die drop my body off in traffic
Thats it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
If I die drop my body off in traffic
Thats it
Thats it
If I die drop my body off in traffic
Thats it
If I die drop my body off in traffic, traffic, traffic
Thats it
Thats it
Drop my body off in traffic
Thats it
Drop my body off in traffic
Thats it
Thats it
If I die
If I die
If I die
If I die
Drop my body off in traffic
Thats it

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 00:33