PANENKA by Teether

Blah, blah, buddy, I’m not really tryna hear about it
Black and white on me like I’m holding up the Carabao
Swore that maybe today wouldn’t bring decanter out
Warned both seccies that I might have to be carried out
Techy one, fuck I need a 10 on my back, for what?
Megaman, something on my arm and it’s getting hot
Ratio stranger in this room but it’s black enough
Hammer drop, I’m picking up smithereens
Legs on, 30k, that must be a millipede
Big ones, slow cunt, 99 agility
Yes boss, just a couple magnums and a single, please
Big bro, iced out grills, that’s my Paul Wall
Let’s go in for kill, someone call Saul
This cunt pulled me up, that’s a good guy
Left, didn’t say a word, fuck a goodbye
Cunts know what it is, as it should be
It is what it is and some cruelty
God left us down here when he carked it
I left the Nissan, didn’t park it
Two gal, left, right wing, that’s my bodyguards
Big boy, hopped out the gym if you gotta ask
Big smoke, one with chip, panenka
Next one, 666, devil blunt

Silhouette, cigarette, acting aloof
I’m a sickcunt, munter, gnash at the moon
Two dialogue options: “trust me” or “true”

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Melbourne
• X Amount
• beats
• lo-fi
• lofi
• London