Pickle Rick - Ekoh

Yeah

Gettin' the lines

Got a feelin' I’m feelin' just fine

From beginning to ending of time

I am just fuckin' around with these rhymes

They been lookin' for someone that got it

I get to the stage and I’m fittin' to rock it

And every word will just land in the pocket

A crowd of these kids and they rockin' hot topic

I’m stupid ironic, addicted to comics

And tryin' to love but I’ve rarely been honest

A step to the mic and they lookin' astonished

I’m blazin' the lines like a primo of chronic

Feelin' this shit in my soul, I’m

Tryin' to stay off my phone, time

Tickin' away and I know, I

Only got one life to go, sigh

Livin' it up you can find me at home on a Saturday night

Just not givin' a fuck, I’m not fillin' my cup with promethazine

That is a 7up mixed with some Red Bull and grenadine

Y’all don’t be gettin' me right like you fucked up your shit

And they gave you the wrong dose of ketamine

But it’s alright I’ve been feeling just fine

When you’re stayin' 100 feet from me like centipedes

We surfin' Netflix, yo, I can never find a show

With my girl we’ll probably be fuckin' before we find one, oh

That’s alright 'cause I would take some head over this club all day

And when the doorbell rings it’s

The Domino’s guy with pizza, ayy!

(Pizza, ayy!)

Maybe I’m livin' the dream (Livin' the dream)

Maybe I’ve been plugged in the matrix asleep (Asleep)

These people always come with negativity

And tryin' to rent some space up in my head

This ain’t Airbnb!

(Bnb!)

Either way, homie, I’m feelin' blessed

So, call me Elon Musk, I’ve needed space from every ex

You want my heart but that shit will just stay inside my chest

I know that I was built from Vibranium like Wakanda, bitch!

Never been faking, I’ve really been

Taken this music is really a part of me

But I know gettin' a label to get with your

Shit and put up is like winning the lottery

What a dichotomy, go between love

And the thought of the money to dropping the quality

Just to make somethin' the radio plays and

Will put in the face of the listener constantly, whoo!

Tryna keep me hidden but they just afraid

And lockin' me up in the box, but I’m Harry Houdini, ayy

You see I’ve got IT, but they push me out, I don’t complain

They treatin' us like Pennywise and keep us in these sewer drains

I’m pullin' Georgie down

Your homies pouring 40's out

This scene is filled with people getting fucked

It’s more like orgies now, and

I don’t wanna be part of this mess

That’s not what I’m about

So, swoop me up and take me to a

Different place like Dorothy’s House

See, if I only had a brain, and a heart

Well, actually the opposite will

Have your music on these charts

So, fuck the wizard and the road I’m leaving Oz

And maybe this is new religious rap

'Cause I’m a motherfuckin' God!

Jumpin' from nothin' to something

I’m thinkin' they really don’t know, ayy

But it’s getting that time of the month

And I’m bringin' the heaviest flow, ayy

See they just don’t get it I’m bringing

The party like I was a gun of confetti

Rockin' the tools and I’m battling fools

Like I just threw up all mom’s spaghetti

Yeah, too much sauce

Too many bars, too many songs

Too much love, too many scars

Too many people feelin' like there’s nothin' they relate to

Open my Spotify and play it, man, this is the breakthrough (Yeah)

They said that white boy is wild dope (Wild dope)

He’s spittin' venom like Eddie’s alien Symbiote

These other rappers talkin' zannies, guns and fuckin' hoes

I’m tryna hit the park and skate a bit

Before I’m headed home (Headed home)

Yeah, maybe that’s it

They all been askin' how to get these people listenin'

See, they don’t understand how music can be simple shit

Just mixin' in a little pop culture, I’m fuckin' Pickle Rick!

Turned myself into a pickle, Morty!

Boom!

Big reveal: I’m a pickle.

I’m Pickle Rick!

Pick-pickle Rick!

Pick-pickle Ri-i-i-i!

Pick-pickle Rick!

Pick-pickle Ri-i-i-i!

Wow, dude, I-I, honestly, I don’t even know what we’re doing at this point

This is, this is just too much