[Intro]
It's Connor
Right off the top of the dome

[Verse]
I sprint ahead of the pack
Coming straight off the top of the dome
That's a real fact
Big Boy sitting there blue shirt, pink hat
I'm looking at the floor there's a big rat
Might wanna handle that
You fools are hella nasty
Not to mention the decor in here is not classy
I'm playing, you know it's all up
Plus the smell in here is like a stank butt
And there's porno covered every wall
Damn Big Boy, you a perv, my dude
What is this, a locker room? (haha)
Connor comes correct
Off the top of the dome piece
With all these kittens written
Making fake MCs
But I keep it real, Big Boy's my witness
Throw out anything
And I'll rhyme it with a quickness
(Cards)
Say anything, no
Society is real, man
(Cards)
You got the sick-, no no no
Society is ill with the sickness
Open your mind
And you'll find on my wishlist
Peace and love and quite frankly some air freshener
'Cause this studio is stank butt
Yeah, Big Boy smell like stank butt
[Outro]
Hahaha, just playing
*Spoken* That's Connor4real, man, fresh off the top of the dome