[Intro]
Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary, not to mention, a phenomenal grasp of grammar, and a superlative command of syntax
Spooky Languauge
Produced by Nate Kiz
Palmer Squares
You know what it is

[Verse 1: Acumental]
We take it back to glass bottles in the Coke machine
Every time I take a breath, I'm converting oxygen to propylene
In the bathroom, door locked with a decoder ring
I pop a dozen Dopamine and wash 'em down with Ovaltine
Its thaumaturgy when I drop a verse
Stalker lurking in the yard with binoculars, and I ain't watching birds
Not a person that could stop me
When I get the urge to dodge a car full of officers and dart with your mama's purse
I'm not normal
But isn't normal just a question of what you're most often exposed to?
In that case, normal's Zoloft and a cold brew
Finna doze off in a closed coffin
Yo, I told you I'm an opprobrious miscreant
Dopey and ignorant
Throwing a hissy fit
But nobody gives a shit
Cold as a witch's tit
Cold as a Mr. Pibb
Cold as the shoulder one looks over to pistol whip
Gettin' lit, we sniff blow cut with a pixie stick
Coronas and whiskey, I go from sober to tipsy quick
Acumental studies notes on arithmetic
A pro at linguistics, I can vocally split your wig
Yo, we cause the global climate to rise
While most stay blind to the lies, I keep my eye on the prize
Like Cyclops lookin' hard at Ty Cobb's rookie card
High Tops hoodie and my iPod's fully charged
[Chorus]
That's what I'm talking about
Spooky language
I'm running off at the mouth
Spooky language
The gum flapping, tongue lashing crackas
Wrapping a dutch, yappin'
Spooky language

[Verse 2: Term K]
Allow me to speak next, loud as a T-Rex
Hell's bells, I'm a hound dog with three heads surrounded by demons
Breathing heavily, I could never be beaten
Sing the sweetest melody, call me the heavenly heathen

[Verse 3: Acumental]
You can find my name farthest up the roster
'Cause the parlance I be droppin's hot enough to strip the varnish off a locker
We harness all the power imaginable to tower
An amateur flow impostor starring opposite Madeleine Stowe

[Verse 4: Term K]
When my vernacular bursts I leave the trash at the curbside
The world's got a patch on its third eye
We hit the block and the plot to your story twists
On top, never coming off, call me Morrie's wigs
[Verse 5: Acumental]
Trying to move from nameless to the A-list (Spooky language)
The type of crew you need a noose to hang with
Truly dangerous
Hotboxin' Studebakers
Watch my hoopty shape shift into a lunar spaceship

[Verse 6: Term K]
Super 8 shit
I'ma crash into the pavement (Crash)
Turn your fast hand into a sprained wrist
Losing my faith in the game, tryna stay grizzly (Grr)
You can call me Rudy Gay in the paint bitch

[Verse 7: Acumental]
Another late night feeding the Mogwais
Eager to watch the new season of Mob Wives
Making hits with Nathan Kiz
Waking up the neighbor's kids
Yeah, they see how spooky my language is

[Chorus]
That's what I'm talking about
Spooky language
We running off at the mouth
Spooky language
The gum flapping
Tongue lashing crackas
Wrapping a dutch, yappin'
Spooky language
[Verse 8: Terminal Knowledge]
I best warn y'all to back up
'Less you wanna get your flesh torn by the shrapnel (Damn, shut up)
Fruity ass rappers is oranges and apples
The grown up rascal, not warm, I'm Tobasco
My babe, she a big bitch, way beyond blue ox
Vain journalistic, maybe I'm Lou Dobbs
Term's stewing beef, craving on goulash
Pockets on E, haters on stugots
Jazz hands, scat man, flaming hot doo-wop
Cheesy ass rappers, y'all cake the fondue pot
Who got the herb? Knock, do not disturb
Been dead and resurrected, stop
2Pac Shakur
I guess, what can I say that ain't been said before? (Nothing)
If you ain't a predator y'all should head for shore
We set sail straight forward
Don't be thrown by the red tail, hay fork, and devil horns, yo
Nevermore, nevermore, Edgar Allen Flow
Term K settle scores at the talent show
Rappers going back and forth in a palindrome
I get mechanical, and leave a gasket blown
Back fo' mo' and I'm at yo do' (Open up)
Volcanic flow, turn you to ash and stone like the Krakatoa
Fresh as a breath of air
Y'all better get it clear
I'm debonair on some Fred Astaire (Oh)

[Chorus]
That's what I'm talking about
Spooky language
I'm running off at the mouth
Spooky language
The gum flapping
Tongue lashing crackas
Wrapping a dutch, yappin'
Spooky language

[Outro]
They're trying to scare and control primitive people