[Intro]
My rug on Galaga
Gotta my hot dog in her Persian cat...
Let me be frank, that cat on oceans
Fat like "sspalt"
I'm stupid...
[Verse]
Let me start by passing, I'm a full as*h*le
Clashing braced butter knives, in a faggots backbone
With a passion, throwing the past tense back
The bast*rd using tennis rackets for black magic practice
I lay your crappy rap's in wraps, so it's a wrap
Flow hot as eskimo coats in Mexico
The antidote opposed, throw you hoes in catacombs
Sporatical, radical ass with the mathematical trapping
sh*t out my bladder full
Drinking acid from rapid crappy car batteries
Shake a baby like a rattle, now is ready to battle me
The artist arching arteries at Target's garbage cans
While I'm gargling garlic, selling Ben Baller's carcass
For garden garments I'll buy at a auction in Austin
Black market, then bargain them, fly on Aladdin's carpet
And start a fire with arsons, I'm dark hearted
Mind is twisted, contorted, I'm grumpy like Gordon
At Golden Corral without his porridge order
I holded up on a suicide door Toyoda
I'm door to door with the gore
Like I love Jehovah, blizzard core, f*ck my aura
Cutting up on old gallons of milk and feed to ya daughters
2 quarters of shots at ya head
Like Curtis drinking more vodka at the show
I don't care what you say, cause' I'm bordered or borderline
Bored, and crazy, and bonus
I cut open whores with plunger wood, now get me reported
I double express so, dump ya beans in pot if ya drip water
Then you might have to go to the nurse, and flirt on her
I'm more awkward than a trans with a boner
I'm sorta caught in aborting your rap reporters so never record me, I'm loaded with a North Arctic shoulders of poets
I'm reaping up what you sow, when I go I just keep going
When I can't go, I just flowing
A half fat addict of acid rap erratic with passing matches
The tragic blasting of bast*rds, cause' they daddy is bad
And in Baghdad with his Russian baddy
Matter of fact, the 5'6 rapper, is back, with classics
Grandmaster Flash told me in my head
That I'm a God at this rap sh*t, I avalanche with this ratchet
Compassion, the weird eared bast*rd
Is sneaky like cartoon badgers or Robert Rabbit
If he's framed, holding a ratchet, I hatch sh*t, like a Apache
It'll take army to attack me, savage is not accurate
Nah, I'm the sip that brakes the camels spine and make it fractional
I squeeze greatness of genius like cow utters
Sheer fear of peers is weird, syringes at your reer
Trigger the clear peer of emberrasment tears
I'm to real, f*ck being sincere, f*ck your career
Half these new n*ggas mutterers of cluttering sh*t
While I'm slick like melted butter, clustered when busting
I put a bunch of rusted knuckle buckles
And plummet them in ya jugular, the newcomer
The new son, and new n*gga you look for to beat
This ain't high school n*gga, but I give her fresh meat
And what other n*gga is really skilled to go best me
14 years old, spitting blitz, too easy
[Hook]
I'm feeling so groovy now
B.THE GREAT's bars will make you look head up
The lyrical idiot, went digital with his image
It's critical with the sh*t, that you listen to, you some simpletons