Im a dutch master yo fuck a philly

Yea my swagger nicey like a hundred dolla billy

Talent on the team mj scottie pippen

On the potti workin on my writens gotti hittin

Spittin sick shit like a dip in my lip

My piffs so strong its makin my heart skip

Beat drop kicken hook hittin like a hammea

BITCHES on my dick because i got great grammar

When i ball im money call me brad pitt

I be drop hot shit like i forgot to wear an oven mitt

Its a tall order even on ya tippy toes

Extra high and trippy yo yea i call that hippy mode

Spit dirty like a fucking port a jon

I be smokin more grass than ya front lawn

Fuck a date ill take ur mom to the prom

Keep on keepin calm,im blowin up na palm

Molatov coaktail goin doin the hatch

Cause i llike spittin flames where da fuckin matches at

Dont pop molly i only ollie pop

Got ya bitch lickin on my ---- like a lolly pop

I been winnin like the heat take a seat

Spit heat and eat beats like a piece of meat

Ny till i die like yogi berra

Fitted mets cap home blue new era

Mf doom jay dee lord finesse

Smoke sess bench press got no stress

Nothing beats a blunt and a brownie for breakfast

Icey cold shit from the necklace to my left wrist

No manners eatin nanners in the lunch room

Womb till the tomb i be flowin like zume flume