Kicking back in Naptown, not lacking in charm

But I’m bad karma for rappers acting the part

While they’re stacked out in Cadillacs and packing the smarm

I’m writing phatter raps in cattle pads out back of a farm

Split a Kit-Kat, you’ll never get half of the bars

Flashing the cash and the cars and the fashion

Your act is a farce, mine’s a masterful art, and as a start

I’m on a Van Gogh tangent painting patterns of stars

Collabed with YTCracker, might be hacker magnetism

A radder cat could not be asked to rap the tracks I’m given

Velociraptor rafter rapper, now I’m in your ceilin’

But, still bout to swell up like I swallowed penicillin

Cuz I’m allergic to the pen, thе way I get reactions off it

Call this a passion project, I was kicking ass in collеge

Any rapper else who hate the way I’m popping off is

Painting pictures of Mohammed—they’ll never draw the profit

Freeced in the chat, I’m as ill as a virus

Cuz I’m killing in the village with the quill and papyrus

At least spout a fact, I’m a lyrical stylist

I crease when you rap and appear to be rhyme-less

Dapper from the sneaker toes up to where I frame ya

From the peepers, so if you bring a weaker show, I’ll maim ya

Rapper got that reaper flow, plus a jalapeña

Should be getting hits in Pittsburgh because my pens’ll vein ya

The zen’s ingrained up in my temples and my brain ya

Making claims and faking greatness while I’m waiting to arraign ya

Baby this is what I came to do I’m heinous when I shame ya

Czy pan rozumie? Cuz I’m saying do widzenia

Let me explain, other rappers are weak

Never whole-assin’ a track, they ain’t got half of the cheek

Bring a toe tag and a bag, cuz I’ll be capping 'em, Freeced

Is going so mad the Hatter had to ask me to cease

So I know you know I know my foes are naughty

That’s a line I put in here just fo Shwabadi

If you think I’m cribbing Dopey Z’s flow, you got me

But Variant agrees that I’m a total hottie

When I kick it in a dungeon, I’m draggin' a fold

Gold stacks and I rap teeth-chattering cold

I ain’t tryna get towed like I’m Badger and Mole

So take the bardic inspiration if you hazard a roll

All ten sevens, prestige

Call Sean Evans, zesty

I brawl some, test me, I fiend too much

Y’all some testes—ya be too nuts

Fake flag waving got me in a red rage

Lettin' birds fly like I’m workin' with a bent cage

Hit the PayPal if you’re tryna get the rent paid

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