Yo

I'm a firebreathing dragon

Exhaling too much smoke so my body is staggering, lagging

Like a fat bitch when she sees a table full of snacks

Snickers bars, Skittles, Paydays and Kit-Kats

You try to look down on me but I have the shit that you lack

And my flow is Naginski plus my swagger is classy

Walk down the street but my journey is protracted

As a matter of fact bitch , I'm a hobo on Saturdays

I've smoked weed, but I want to try crack

So I can get addicted to it with the first practice

Get slapped by a girl and pop her back like elastic

Bitch I'm rape, you're just sexual harassment

Sick like a fucking premature calf born in the winter near the polar ice caps

I cut off the high, but first I had to stab it

Like I had a butcher knife and a rubber halloween mask

I am Isaac Newton

If you fumble with my balls then there's no going back

You can touch on one and cause a chain reaction

We can play a sex game as long as it's satisfactory

You can live in my hobo dystopia and you don't even have to ask me

But if you do you're digging yourself a starvation casket

Cause this life is for the fallen, not those with flower baskets

My bed is a bench, my pillow is grass

Guys play the pranks so my cover has tacks in it and

Dinner is always leftovers, feed them from the trash

An eight of butterfingers and a half eaten catfish

Swag us the fuck out we're (?) and

The Nü Age (?) and teenage anarchy

Yo, our flows are so beast they could slice a grain of

Sand in half, with their two front teeth

Swag