[Intro]

Iblical babicale

Uh, uh

[Verse]

Sunny all day, but it's negative eleven

I severed several connections that led to me feeling lesser

I guess that I always measure the temperature by the weather

Whether or not Ra is high on bass like a tenor

It's the bread collector

Baked in your cellar

I don't buy it

Do with more pleasure

Watch the temper

You're gеtting hotter than peppers, no Gwеnyth

You got a check, mate? Send it to the teller

It's me on the beat, so I had to pick the mic up

Except every time I do they ask me why I messed my life up

But with these Supreme Dunks, your queen bee in a funk

Believe me, seems I'm GT3 and you're a bus

I had to tell my mama I'm sick so I could vomit on this

No time for politics, I'm already on top of this

Watch them gossip like and Op-Ed columnist

No moshing at my shows, they're just bobbing in a comical sense

I'm hella nice, I don't respect your right to set the price

You're better off to bet on dice or lecture for a lesser slice

Now I smell a fight, Worldstar televised

My girl start compelling me to settle it all civilized

Raps are cellophane, propelled by tales of yellow pages

Seldom but a fellow more mellow than Cruella's Dalmatians

With a taste for stacked dinner plates with no reservations

But a king can't eat without his entertainment

A damned man tripping off the absinthe

Patted down, skipped town, and I ain't seen his ass since

Brags plastic, I'm glad that I live average

But lit cabbage manages to lift me to a sick palace

Change the channel, it's nothing but a mixed bag

Of static syntax and bad apples with little cactuses

Toe-tagged talentless paladins with a calloused grip on reality

Here to cause a reaction, I'm called CATALYST