[Intro]

Got your sister ass naked at the gas station

Nipples lactating with her back breaking, she a bad patient

The last operation, had her dad wasted

Had his ass looking like a bad breakup, (SPLIT UP)

Family prolly think he masturbatin in the shower

But he really cowered in the corner for atleast an hour

It’s a powerful thing, to have that cowubunga ringtone

Throw a beat down just to show you how to ring hoes

[Verse 1]

Sneak peek, to the pre-show

With a fee lower than the trees in the spring

Going in like a free throw, wait it's O'Neal

So I guess I'm missing that shit

Finna be an underground classic

Take it off the rack, just to bury the plastic

Can't tag me in a picture, cause the various masks I wear

Scaring all the bitches with my terrible bad-breath

I'm spazzing, finna be an underground classic

Massive attacks on the fuckers in my past

That's the last of 'em, I got your mother wearing drag too

Got a tattoo of a monkey doing mad shrooms

Pupils dilated to the size of a half moon, -

Rap's truth, so my brother ain't a bad dude

He just sniffin coke off the crack of a baboon

I sat through it, laughing at the fan moving

Brother doing lines like a fan favorite movie

A tan two piece, on your girl when she sweatin

When I picture her without it, I done seen it already

Penis on the wrong setting, skeeting confetti

A celebration for a bust, like I'm squeezing some titties

And if you think I rep my city, that's a laughable fact -

I’d rather act like Saginaw is where my residence at

Attending class to graduation is a difficult task

My afternoons are filled bastards that could kill for a nap

And I could kill for a napkin, to wipe that grin off your face

I'll keep erasing at your brain till you be shitting in place

And if I get to second base, you know I'll race to the plate

I'll put your neck behind my razor like I'm shaving my face

I'll get you cut, this is rap division and I'm the tenant

My rent is overdue, it's cause my minutes are limited

Got the president interested, my business is intimate

Cause my dick is in your vision when you've finished the listening

I'm the peasant, my debts to the record

My only severance when my pencil got no lead in the end of it

My assessment is ten, bitch

I'll never get less than it

Sent a letter to the heavens to let me in

Reminiscent of BIG's shit, he never lived

He gave a listen to my tape and begged for Death again

Pessimistic my wrist slit, my dick's in it

Satan sent an invitation, I'm accepting it

[Verse 2 - Outro]

After you and I go at it

I'll get into psycho habits

I just might go rabid

Like a cat exposed to biohazardous-

-Chemicals, I get into medical school

Just to pedal a fool, to give me his extra seditave tubes

Yes I'm a Scrooge, ruining Christmas for the mentally screwed

Got this dude Raul and he be producing edible music

Chew into a CD and you'll see me in bed in the nude

Bet I'll get sued by the student who really doing it too

But ill excuse myself from the booth when the judge gives a cue

Prove it to the fool the accused had never stepped in the room

That a doobie? Pass it to me

Grabbed a groupie's ass

But then I gagged because her crack was poopy

Had to grab a tissue cause the bitch was laughing at a movie

Hopped into a cab to Chattanooga, had to pass the cooties

Stabbed the hooter's cooter

Cause her boobs were looking flat and droopy

Packed her moving body under the mattress

I'm napping through it

Say it back to me and don't lose me within the action

Imagine you doing badder

Than the one who actually rapped it to you

Sad to see you flabbergasted, I asked you to rap it back

Now grab the magic mic

And slap a dyke to prove you have the passion

Back is in a spasm, my laughing caused an asthma attack

Grabbed a bag and started gasping just to hack a sack of plastic

That's what happened, I swear I get some ass in bathroom

You ain't ever seen it, cause my semen's in her ass, Pastor

I'm asking for forgiveness, this is me, I'm repenting my lyrics

Spirits are my witness, I'm flipping the script, my hitlist is written

If this isn't under ya skin in a minute

I'm getting abundance of spinach to finish ya'

This is my number ya' midget, now get a touch, I never judge

What the fuck?

You got bigger buns than bitches I never could fuck with

I'm livid you munchkin, she punched in the stomach

I'm clutching my nuts cause they kicked up my gut

And I'm huntin' the bitch so I could stick her in the oven, uh

Hey, you the guy on the Wheatie box, surprisingly teeny cock

You decided you need a swap, just to hide it between your crotch

You a guy for the teeny boppers, you're Miley when she was papa's

The molly that she droppin that 'prolly increased her profit

Common to see you sobbin', the problems are in your father, Billy

So I can take you back to my car and we can drive out to Philly

But I all I got is a permit, so my momma's having to ride it wit' me

Maybe you can hop on the charter?

Heard they stoppin for whiskey

Pardon me, I think I'm lost within my train of thought

Took a couple stops and now I'm positive my brain is throbbing

Dropped a couple songs on the carpet, now they're leaving a stain

Once you read my name on Spotify, never see it again

Beavis getting trained just to butt heads, seething from pain

Wonder what's for supper? Think I'll order red beans on a steak

Dreaming of cake tho, cause everyday is my date of birth

Making sure she sees me naked first, I'm been thinking of her

This is part three of the first verse I'd ever pitch him

Swore the only reason I started was that Jordan was shittin'

We was spittin' back and forth

And I responded with some boring writtens

Shit was in a paragraph format and boy was it hideous

That's when Mrs. Betsy let me in to start a record label

Me, a poker table, and German, we invented the fable

Got some tasty pop, and a laptop with extension cables

Larry Cable Guy burger pot-chips, terrible flavor

Adrian and I were vibing seperate, called Rapocalyptic

I was positive that dropping writtens was a poppin' business

We was optimistic, a lot was missing, but not our friendship

Let me introduce you to music, I call it 96