[Intro]

Rapping for the children, call it juice box rap/

Drink the Kool Aid, make you sleep, yeah that's a juice box trap/

Creased like some old sneakers, with a bruise all black/

Mess around and get slapped, like a jukebox back, trick/

It's the black magic rapper/

Selling crack to the actors, we're the leaders of the trap herd/

[Verse 1]

Erase a rapper off the earth with the pencils that you write with/

On tightropes, might choke, but who the hell you tryna fight, trick/

Dimes on my watch, but the looks I get are timeless/

Rewind it, like a popped tape try to find this/

Harder than erections lasting from 9-6/

We find your kin, so we can find out where the diamonds is/

Wearing golf to o f, the club's next show respect/

Use protect, I got my people coming for your neck/

[Verse 2]

Blaze a building like a doobie, asking where a place for skating is/

Ladies ask for pictures but I want a face to face with them/

Aiming shoot that lazer through your eye just like that LASIK did/

The crazy kid, lazy eyes are hazy playing on his switch/

Sit back and relax I'm not worried about a trick/

Burning up tracks but I don't even need a stick/

Got so much green that I'm looking like the Grinch/

Reaching for my bag anytime in in a cinch/

[Outro]

Walk around jaw locked like your god damn teeth hurt/

Im insane, like I made the mind of a shrink burst/

Act prissy and complaining, well pull up your mink skirt/

Said I fell on deaf ears, but I would have to speak first/