Nothing rhymes with orange
I'll do it sober while you're stoned as a gorgon
So raw I might rebirth this like Horus
A nonconformist throwing a wrench in your quorum
But nothing rhymes with orange
If you about bad decorum and extortion
I'll bring more fire than Canada leaving the North singed
Might burn a bridge scorching to misfortune
And that's just because nothing rhymes with orange
Let me marathon this and keep the torch lit
No time for the tortoise
The torque ripped and roaring winds
Morphed into F6 whirlwinds without warning
The storm tint was
Orange
Y'all are biding your time like four six
It's the final curtain
And you're dealing with one of the horsemen
If you want to let the horde in and war swing
On ones that think they're Ed Norton with Norse kin
Jaws like porcelain meet hammer fists like Thor swings
The spiked bat looks like an urchin
Leave a head dented like a door ding
Medic get an absorbent or toss him in the morgue bin
I fostered styles and made kids orphans
Cuz I'm surgical with this and leave a core minced
I'm like The Crow making stabs in organs
In alphabetical orders don't get it distorted
If you saying I need to tone it down for more spins
I say your breath needs Lavoris or shortened
I might strangle em with the mic cordage
And won't let go until I spit a chorus
I hate how you act like what you import is important
Don't know what you try to compensate for when
You never worked a forklift
And this ain't a work slip and torn disk
The high-viz is orange
The warped wit attract warm skin
And that's why your chick's yearning
As I score twin contortionists with engorged tits
Gorgeous French Taurus's named Lauren and Morgan
Fake tans looking like orange
Subs on the Jimmy John no Tim Hortons
Let the whores sin
They cottagecore chicks how they forage the forest
And they willing to give top til the morning
Or they got sore lips or jizz all over their fleur prints
I could do it with jorts ripped and without Jordans
Plus your ex with the wart chin says you got a gherkin
So f*ck yourself forever in a porn binge
How else you gonna get that pork trimmed?
Get the Jerkins
I graduated like a valedictorian
I'm champ status grilling em like a Foreman
I could hoard rings here to Warwick
Who got Self Flair like this it's your prince
Coroners at the coronation
All hail your king
Nothing rhymes with orange
Nothing rhymes with orange
Nothing rhymes with orange
Nothing rhymes with
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Nothing rhymes with orange
I'll do it sober while you're stoned as a gorgon
So raw I might rebirth this like Horus
A nonconformist throwing a wrench in your quorum
But nothing rhymes with orange
If you about bad decorum and extortion
I'll bring more fire than Canada leaving the North singed
Might burn a bridge scorching to misfortune
And that's just because nothing rhymes with orange
Let me marathon this and keep the torch lit
No time for the tortoise
The torque ripped and roaring winds
Morphed into F6 whirlwinds without warning
The storm tint was
Orange
Y'all are biding your time like four six
It's the final curtain
And you're dealing with one of the horsemen
If you want to let the horde in and war swing
On ones that think they're Ed Norton with Norse kin
Jaws like porcelain meet hammer fists like Thor swings
The spiked bat looks like an urchin
Leave a head dented like a door ding
Medic get an absorbent or toss him in the morgue bin
I fostered styles and made kids orphans
Cuz I'm surgical with this and leave a core minced
I'm like The Crow making stabs in organs
In alphabetical orders don't get it distorted
If you saying I need to tone it down for more spins
I say your breath needs Lavoris or shortened
I might strangle em with the mic cordage
And won't let go until I spit a chorus
I hate how you act like what you import is important
Don't know what you try to compensate for when
You never worked a forklift
And this ain't a work slip and torn disk
The high-viz is orange
The warped wit attract warm skin
And that's why your chick's yearning
As I score twin contortionists with engorged tits
Gorgeous French Taurus's named Lauren and Morgan
Fake tans looking like orange
Subs on the Jimmy John no Tim Hortons
Let the whores sin
They cottagecore chicks how they forage the forest
And they willing to give top til the morning
Or they got sore lips or jizz all over their fleur prints
I could do it with jorts ripped and without Jordans
Plus your ex with the wart chin says you got a gherkin
So f*ck yourself forever in a porn binge
How else you gonna get that pork trimmed?
Get the Jerkins
I graduated like a valedictorian
I'm champ status grilling em like a Foreman
I could hoard rings here to Warwick
Who got Self Flair like this it's your prince
Coroners at the coronation
All hail your king
Nothing rhymes with orange
Nothing rhymes with orange
Nothing rhymes with orange
Nothing rhymes with
I'll do it sober while you're stoned as a gorgon
So raw I might rebirth this like Horus
A nonconformist throwing a wrench in your quorum
But nothing rhymes with orange
If you about bad decorum and extortion
I'll bring more fire than Canada leaving the North singed
Might burn a bridge scorching to misfortune
And that's just because nothing rhymes with orange
Let me marathon this and keep the torch lit
No time for the tortoise
The torque ripped and roaring winds
Morphed into F6 whirlwinds without warning
The storm tint was
Orange
Y'all are biding your time like four six
It's the final curtain
And you're dealing with one of the horsemen
If you want to let the horde in and war swing
On ones that think they're Ed Norton with Norse kin
Jaws like porcelain meet hammer fists like Thor swings
The spiked bat looks like an urchin
Leave a head dented like a door ding
Medic get an absorbent or toss him in the morgue bin
I fostered styles and made kids orphans
Cuz I'm surgical with this and leave a core minced
I'm like The Crow making stabs in organs
In alphabetical orders don't get it distorted
If you saying I need to tone it down for more spins
I say your breath needs Lavoris or shortened
I might strangle em with the mic cordage
And won't let go until I spit a chorus
I hate how you act like what you import is important
Don't know what you try to compensate for when
You never worked a forklift
And this ain't a work slip and torn disk
The high-viz is orange
The warped wit attract warm skin
And that's why your chick's yearning
As I score twin contortionists with engorged tits
Gorgeous French Taurus's named Lauren and Morgan
Fake tans looking like orange
Subs on the Jimmy John no Tim Hortons
Let the whores sin
They cottagecore chicks how they forage the forest
And they willing to give top til the morning
Or they got sore lips or jizz all over their fleur prints
I could do it with jorts ripped and without Jordans
Plus your ex with the wart chin says you got a gherkin
So f*ck yourself forever in a porn binge
How else you gonna get that pork trimmed?
Get the Jerkins
I graduated like a valedictorian
I'm champ status grilling em like a Foreman
I could hoard rings here to Warwick
Who got Self Flair like this it's your prince
Coroners at the coronation
All hail your king
Nothing rhymes with orange
Nothing rhymes with orange
Nothing rhymes with orange
Nothing rhymes with
Writer: Cody Wolfe
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