[Verse 1: Killa-Stryder]

The sky looks really grey

I'm wondering if i look dope in these shades

Girl can I have some fries with that shake

Let's not waste any time let's just cut to the chase

I guess I'm feeling myself like I masturbate

This is my new customs loop 'cause I'm recursive

No iterations here cause his raps are like a circuit

Cut into this girl like a surgeon

I'm active but I ain't fucking with some virgins

She got a sex drive but it might short circuit

I'm heading to the top like some turbins

No Photoshop needed I'm so picture perfect

Wondering if all this work is really worth it

If you ask me girl, I think you'd look better when you;'re shirtless

Work it out like some gymnists

This is such a crime scene wondering who did it

Raps so seasonal like the wife of Uncle Philip

I'm the new Fresh Prince so it's Will Smith who is spittin'

[Hook: Killa-Stryder]

Reaching the Impossible so whats the new mission?

I Said I'm reaching the impossible so what's the new mission?

[Verse 2: Killa-Stryder]

I'm Tom Cruising on the track

Dope lines, dope lines nah this ain't a trap

Nah I ain't finished so this ain't a wrap

Responding to these girls so I'ma snap back like my cap

I must be a mule because I'm in love with your ass

I guess I love your features like your body is a track

Let's fuck on an atlas so we're all over the map

Your body is a party too so show me where it's at

(Your body is a party too so show me where it's at)

I can't deny that I think of girls as objects

Girl don't be Shire like the home of a Hobbit

Head game so postgraduate I'm so honoured

Hip-Hop just died, wait - Yup it's a goner

My cup's runneth over I can share it with you

Don't cramp my style like your name is Lucien

Let's keep it moving like the good times

I hope you've got my back like a good spine

I ain't gonna rhyme with that cause I hope it's true

[Hook: Killa-Stryder]

[Verse 3: Killa-Stryder]

Spaced out I'm such a Lunar-

Tick this off your bucketlist

Buckle up kids 'cause you're in for a ride

New to this shit call me your tour guide

Fruits of my labour I hope they're all ripe

Watch me take flight like a pilot

I don't care what you dudes do I'm doing my own shit

Tunnel vision is what I'm seeing when I'm zoning

3D printed rappers wondering who cloned them

Down is how I slow it and up is how my niggas pour drinks

I'm so self conscious I wonder what the world thinks

World ain't fixed it has major kinks

I'm so off the chain like I broke the link

I think the good things in life are finer

Like the girl I'm currently texting I really like her

I'm so spaced like the words on this line bruh

Eyes low and red as fuck hash tag made in China

[Hook: Killa-Stryder] [x2]

[Outro: Killa-Stryder]

And that's it

Like honestly I wanted this to be like, one verse killa-serial but, you know?

Word up to Sir River though. World up to Unswagged, 96 gang - bitch