They say that I’m nasty
They Say that I’m crazy
They say that I’m wack see
But they still go and play me

Yeah my haters they made me
I Guess I learn from the hate
I Need my paper to today B
The rubber bands on the crate

I’m wrappen the package today
I’m downtown in Rapid with cheese
Like skoden awoken ah broken
Machine busted open a ticket a token
A lift kit its broken a tickets a spitten
I’m narrowly missin a carlessly dissin
I’m baraley missin
My primary mission
I bury my vision
Like scariertisms
A faliure to them
Not cherry don’t pick em
I slaughter my victims
Fire water to them
Their drunk on my rhythm
Too dumb I’ma get em
An Armageddon
Or a kamikaze
A hater won’t stop me
La da da da daddie
Can rap like a sticker
A goat head on my foot
I’m jumping on one foot
To the power saw he
Pulled off the whole guard
So its inches apart
My Appendages arms
To my genital parts
Where the fuck I start
I’m making donations
To what I call art
Like seconds in heaven
Away from the start
I’m packing the resin
All day to the part
I’m coughin and laughin all
The way to my car
I’ma swervin and crashin
All the way to the bar
I’m biting the carrot
Thats too fucking raw
Thats 200 newtons
All the way to the jaw
I’m swervin and crashing
Into oncoming traffic
A Rolls or a Ghost
Or a masseratti
All the hoes drop their clothes
Like we’re streaking oddly
All my flows gotta go
Like a new Versace

Hey Tim
Look at this?
Take a piss take a listen
Hey Tim
You the shit
Watched me shit RAM
Head to toes hella froze
From the ice on my bling
Comatose in the dome
When I light new tree
Like Johnny Appleseed
On la la street
On audacity
Re re re cording L’s and B’s
Li li li losing half of me
A roundabout or a rotary
As same as this pain thats dawned
Over me
One part of me swinging roundabout
The other parts spittin
Rotary

Quit stomping when your walking
Quit runnin when you joggin
Quit laughing when you hawking
Quit dissing cause your not me
A prison with all these oldies
A kitchen with all these OG’s
I’m playin drinkin coldies
I’m mixing like Gordon Ramsey
I’ma slayin quick like Jet Lee
A sayin until I go three
Rounds, the bell goes ding ding
I’m runnin my arms go swing swing

No doubt, I’ve seen the defeat
I’ve found, more strength deep in me
No doubt, I rinse and repeat
I’ve found, my way to your check

I stand tall I stand big
I am him an ear wig
I ram words like I was from the south
Dakota
I am he Heyoka
A half breed Lakota
Old Glory takes new blood
Whens too much? Its too much!
Roll up Dutch, extreme puff
In one pull, like Tom bra
In one move I switch up
6 shoot shoot light tree up
Bitch talk shit, I am He
A prophet, new glory
Can’t stop it, I’m too deep
In pockets, on no sleep