[Verse 1]

I put the thorn in fonicate 'cause I'm a prick

I've got a small dick but my flow is sick

You say I'm blik, I'm not black

Matter of fact, seldomly do I attack you

I won't smack you like a crackhead

Tennis ball to a racket

Got that one-two connection

Yeah, we're losing connection

Man, I got an erection

Hard over your complexion

Spinning round like a track on the deck

But I'm like zombies Black Ops 3

I'm not the one on the ground with no regrets

You get grouned like it's beef

Sidestep, man over (?) to meet you, sket

Bars are dry, man, the pussy is wet

And I'm high as a kite, or a plane

But am I a plane? Nah, am I insane? Nah

[Hook]

You chat breeze, you man conditional (Yeah)

Establish your game, doritos cool original

Step on the road like you is aboriginal

Spurt the ting like the mass of division of

[Hook]

You chat breeze, you man conditional (Yeah)

Establish your game, doritos cool original

Step on the road like you is aboriginal

Spurt the ting like the mass of division of

[Verse 2]

I've got bars

I've got bars to make her serve bars on plates

Yeah I bring to the table

If you're gonna bring then be willing and able

Don't wing it

This ain't a pop song neither, don't sing it

Trust me, trust me (woof)

See man over there, don't care, ain't willing (woof)

Just chilling

Sitting down, yeah, I call that disabled

Avoid getting labelled

Government ting so be strong and stable

Keep your value like a pound but don't pound a man like it's priceless

Like the article fifty is

Gonna be iceless

Plus the lyrics on the sheet

Either way I'm bringing the heat

Nail somebody like you're fishting ISIS (ey! ey!)

(Yeeeeeah)

[Hook]

You chat breeze, you man conditional (Yeah)

Establish your game, doritos cool original

Step on the road like you is aboriginal

Spurt the ting like the mass of division of

[Hook]

You chat breeze, you man conditional (Yeah)

Establish your game, doritos cool original

Step on the road like you is aboriginal

Spurt the ting like the mass of division of

[Verse 3]

I put the thorn in fonicate 'cause I'm a prick

I've got a small dick but my flow is sick

You say I'm blik, I'm not black

Matter of fact, seldomly do I attack you

I won't smack you like a crackhead

Tennis ball to a racket

Got that one-two connection

Yeah, we're losing connection

Man, I got an erection

Hard over your complexion

Spinning round like a track on the deck

But I'm like zombies Black Ops 3

I'm not the one on the ground with no regrets

You get grouned like it's beef

Sidestep, man over (?) to meet you, sket

Bars are dry, man, the pussy is wet

And I'm high as a kite, or a plane

But am I a plane? Nah, am I insane? Nah