[Verse]
Some of these n***as can’t wait to show their pussy hole
Most of the hardest n***as be softer than some cookie dough
Easy ass n***as with the rookie clothes
Take 30 rappers then turn their ass into about four Tootsie Rolls
Crooked flows, the gumbo ready
Carry something longer than a Mutumbo machete
Eating a burger during a fucking sushi fetish
It don’t matter who was there, I’m smacking everybody
The weed strain about to come out [?]
[?] jar replaced it with the Goose and the canteen
The punch lines is in the bowl, the drink cheers to the damn king
And I went to prom by myself ‘cause I got stood up
Still got box and a big screen when she look up (Babe)
Went home to write raps off [?]
Rappers make me take a nap like combs
I hate rappers still, stuff their whole body inside a Happy Meal
Microwave that shit twice, sit in the car with the crappy wheels
Rap is real when you’re living for it, I eat swordfish
The chef took out small bones because Victor historic
Before Christ I was standing there with a flashlight
Saw a n***a that I hated and beat his ass twice
Unlocked with the glow, big knots for the flow
And you will get your ass blocked like a ho (Biatch)
I tell the bartender I’ll take Tito’s and a splash of something
In this game you think a n***a like me kiss ass or something
(You must be out your fucking mind)
Gotta get the entire fuck out of here
I can’t drink dark I’ll go crazier than I did on this beat
I think my liver is out of space, I’ve been drinking for weeks
I think I’m seeing things on cloud nine with Jupiter queefs
I’m rather unique, catch me tweaking is highly unlikely
I beat up the beasts so they call a n***a Ike V
Paint out the trunks with the distilled vodka
Get to the chopper before the whole conglomerate block ya
We slice your life and crews scream like opera
Why argue with a bitch when she look like Chewbacca?
Bitch
Fuck outta here
Least of my worries
I got this mother fucking Goose and pineapple chunks
And I just dropped on