I never really know the shit that I'm spitting
Whether it's freestyle or written my shit's invincible-ble
I'm adding syllable-bles
You think I give a shit
No
You got me fucked up if you think I'm never hitting the bowl
Whether it's rice or the pudding
A little weed got me shook and we're never playing the Ouija well not again
'Cause we got caught
But I don't give a uh
A poopoo caca and if you don't believe me man you can ask my papa
But he won't tell you nada 'cause he don't know you you
Spirit fingers through you
Middle finger to you
Ring finger got the bling cha-ching
You catch a swing up, up and away web like my pinky finger
These rappers, they toast
The ones doing the least they talking the most
I'm playing with my food how I'm dropping in like dominoes
Fuck that
I'm kicking doors like they Navajo
These rappers, they toast
The ones doing the least they talking the most
I'm playing with my food how I'm dropping in like dominoes
Fuck that
I'm kicking doors like they Navajo
You think your girl is not a hoe
That's a joke
I'm underground with all these rappers catacomb
They blow each other 'cause they're faggots, saxophone
I just might take it in the butt, crack a joke
This pussy tastes a little funky matelote
I'm real funky with the shit Cleopatra Jones
Why don't you just leave me alone like Michael Jackson' song
Macaulay choking on my dick when I'm home alone
Her ass bigger than my brain like Minaj
Just my fuck her on the floor like, why not?
Oye Mi Amor like Mana
I don't know why I bought a microphone
Fuck!
These rappers, they toast
The ones doing the least they talking the most
I'm playing with my food how I'm dropping in like dominoes
Fuck that
I'm kicking doors like they Navajo
These rappers, they toast
The ones doing the least they talking the most
I'm playing with my food how I'm dropping in like dominoes
Fuck that
I'm kicking doors like they Navajo
I know my car is fucking up alright I smell the gas
Shit, I'll just pop open this cap get it danking gas
Nah, I don't mind hearing you talk it just stank of ass
And if I pop another bottle I get to smell like dad
And what's the smell of mom?
I forgot she barely home and that's an understatement
I like to touch my basement and what the fuck does that mean?
You can't even reach me
Like I ain't got service you just see the surface
Gotta walk with purpose shit I trip on purpose
Got these voices in my head saying they don't deserve us
Got some white bitch on my phone so why am I so nervous
'cause if she had a scouter on the bitch'll know you're worthless
Aw shit
Let's roll another blunt
I'll call it Mecha Freeza you could call me Trunks
I've been up in your freezer I've been here for months
I think the smoke detector is broken just don't check my lungs
Aw shit
And I ain't got a hook but don't be looking at me dirty like some sour patches
Shit, I like rapping like a fumble you'll never catch it
And you don't really want to tumble (Why?)
You'll get your ass kicked
A day later I don't date her
She call me daddy shit I'm Darth Vader
I flip her over cuz like I'm a skater
I'm trying to shuv it but she talking about exes that's the hall of meat
I had a next her cuz she chewing on my D like if she doesn't eat
Well if she doesn't eat then why the fuck she need her teeth
Nah, I'm not trying to give you head I want to see your feet
They like the way I work my head to calling me to feat and I'm like
Hello?
Nah, fuck that