Mk Ultra Lyrics - Fletch

[Intro: Fletch} 

You need a second or are we recording? 

[Verse: Fletch] 

Yo baby momma gotta crystal cavern pussy 

I wouldn't touch it 

Homie you'd have to push me 

I'd need a pickaxe, a harness, and a pulley 

I wouldn't get half a chub 

Fuck a fully 

Picture your slow motion blood drops in a blizzard 

See the streets have you red coat like you British 

So we apply for bank loans speaking Yiddish 

Your team's if-ish 

Your weed's midish 

I heard your mom is just the typic 

That only kiss the tipish 

I don't care if her buns glisten like rotisserie chicken 

I'ma just sit back and pimp her 

For her handicap sticker 

And ain't no tellin where I might surface 

My country shows will have the migrant workers out there twerkin' 

I sent your mamaw for shells man that shit was worthless 

They said no shoes no shirts 

No service 

I am so nerdish 

And I'm so purpish 

And I'm so muthafucka bite the curbish 

I'm the turd bitch 

Rap god I fart frankincense and myrrh bitch 

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[Chorus: Fletch] 

Donkeys and elephants go vote for The Cobra 

All stand and hail the eagle's mask on the vulture 

One nation underneath a MK Ultra 

Everybody gets a car praise Oprah 

Everybody gets a car praise Oprah 

Everybody gets a car praise Oprah 

[Verse: Fletch] 

In the last days of Degrassi it's rap Haile Selassie or Muammar Gaddafi 

Your young America's black mafian 

Take a picture with your mom and then I photoshop my cock in it 

And then go make some ol' Malcolm X hand in my pocket shit 

[Verse: Obelo] 

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Aye yo 

He was a pimp once too - don't let 'em treat you like a narcissist 

It ain't your problem they don't see nothin' but fake like an oculus rift 

Fuck a audience 

Fuck the binoculars from the peanut gallery - man 

Where's Booker T Washington? 

Nigga it's obvious 

They say shoot for the stars - land on the clouds 

bitch you delirious? 

I smoke a cloud 

Aim for infinity 

And land on Sirius 

Poof nigga 

Disappear in this 

[Verse: Fletch] 

I pace the stage like Eddie murphy delirious 

U hearing this? 

I'm from Earth in a Tupac shirt 

But I'm from space in that ewok fur 

I stunt, PETA gone have to find what papers to file 

Deerbra nigga 

still the illest one to climb out the Nile 

Except Yeshua 

Bless ya take a seat at the altar 

I'm from springfield, limestone 

Rock of Gibraltar 

[Verse: Obelo] 

Never falter they got nothin' to offer 

They double cross you like they Judas 

Cause they dread you like black Jesus 

When you awesome 

I'm so - I'm so awesome 

[Chorus: Fletch] 

Donkeys and elephants go vote for The Cobra 

All stand and hail the eagle's mask on the vulture 

One nation underneath a MK Ultra 

Everybody gets a car praise Oprah 

Everybody gets a car praise Oprah 

Everybody gets a car praise Oprah 

[Outro: Oprah] 

Everybody in the audience... 

Now listen to me carefully...