Getting hot like a chubby on a treadmill

Knock em out

Watch me hit it wit my Louisville

Going pop eyes silly

Eating pop eyes till he

Go pop for the milli

Non stop with killing

If it doesn’t make sense then I’m a billy

Goat that’s prone to grope dough

And drive by ya city

Throwing money out the roof

Big willie

In the booth

Burning tongues

No soup

They tell me I need to relax

I’m like fuck that shit

X2

Step with the pepper

I got to rep it intrepid

Then imma say

That’s a motherfucking flow to me

Bet that I’m better

I bet I step it a level up

Make em say

That’s a motherfucking flow to me

And you look broke to me

Like your supposed to be

What the fuck you think I’m spitting all these vocals free?

Better pay ya pal

I can do it back to back

Fuck a basic salary

Mother fucking legend

Butch man destined

Tell them haters rest in

Peace

I need me a freak off a leash not a queen

A superficial splurge with the words on a spree

I’m snapping

Young white business man rapping

Money on the mind at all times I think it’s growing out my ears

I have a fun time No Napping

Gotta kill em with the multi milli flow

I bet I make a billion

That make a milli of them haters

Go a spilling

Im so silly

When I kill it

I’m a tell you how I’m feeling now

I’m feeling like im krillen

Working harder than these children

Ya

You ain’t on shit

That’s a motherfucking fact

Blast from the past when crash through that ass

With a whole lotta cash off a whole lotta raps

This that shit you fucking play when you about to make it legendary status

Fuck with me and you might boost your social status

I’m the only rapper in my state that’s actually making statements

That make sense

They waiting

For some aliens

In space ships

I provide the product for the people so the people keep on coming

Butch Man Baby keep it swinging' like a battle axe

Thought that I was done but im back in action

I got a knack for rapping

Your girl hit a high note like Tony Braxton

And I think most of these rappers should stick to fashion

Ya

Hit em with a semi automatic when I’m in it

I can tell you fake as fuck because your come up isn’t etched in

Stone

I bet you go broke

Because your so so

Your flow is so old

And won’t evolve no

Nope

And they want more

My minds on go

I never slow

Up

You a pup outta luck

Beast on beats

See; I greet defeat

Because you gotta eat shit before you reap the seeds

Bet I cop a couple cribs overseas

Ocean opens right up to the scene

I dont see you but you see me

And now you gettin mad but truthfully

Truthfully...

I dont give

Two fucks

What you

Think

I dont give

Two fucks

What you drink

You got bars?

Well then spit em

Boy

X2

Butch man always on time

Always with a dope rhyme

You KNOW that you ain't on my level boy

You ain't on my level boy

B b boom

Boom boom

Muze Sikk in the motherfucking room

Accumulating raps while I’m snapping rubber bands round my yu gi oh cards

Bitch I’qm harder than you

Get a new view this voo doo I kick

It’s too soon to do what the rude dudes did

Bootch with the noose off going

Straight doom

Doctor

Prodigal

Boss with the broom

I rip right through and spit right on your shoes

My mix shine bright like a light in a tomb

My shit takes flight like lighting up a doob

Or taking poop and throwing it across the fucking room

Bitch

I said I’m harder than you

And I’m just getting started with the party; where’s the brew?

I could sip bicardi quick and fall into a fugue

Or I could take a forty ounce and chug it till I’m blue

Don’t take long to recoup

In the coup sipping dawn with ya boo

They with the sickness you about to witness this shit

Young god in the Stu

In the Stu speaking truth