[Verse 1]

Space cakes got me floating and my rhymes tight

Prom night suit white as Klu Klux Klondike

Gotta be rhyming with a flow that's outdated

These cookies cremated and that shit is loud flavored

See I be the bomb, specially when I would chief the bong

Cloud 9 you can't be up on this g shit we be on

Catch up, I invest stocks in bedrocks

Hash make yo ass gasp like you in headlock

Red robin, head throbbing bass knocking

I go for cash and cream it's no stopping

Pop lock em grab Glocks and pop shot em

Cops got em, third eye steadily watching

I spit shit sicker than a diagnosed patient

Bag back for I lose my patience, thank you

Rap riddling fat sack sizzling

Open seat for a fucking loser go and fill it in

[Verse 2]

The frenzy of infamy is sickening

Blinds closed dark rooms is what a nigga sitting in

Scribble invisible ink all over this iPod

I spy rappers that lip sync with mics off

More treble turn my high ends up a bit

All wins spitting venom flowing off my upper lip

Stand firm for this sound that I'm creating

Book of rhyming , shit is timeless, cyanide spit

King cobra when I scribble venom

Same nigga rocking New Balance and raw denim

Same rapper who was spitting they could not feel em

Pop up killing this rap shit I pack hits

Rock punch slobber knock a opp into the top bunk

Chiefin' hella hash gotta dash for the cops come

See I ain't rapping for the fuck of it

Gold medal player shit, wrote a verse and made it sick