[Verse]

Mixtape full of clickbait

It's just a list of celebrities over 6'8"

Producers hate him, want him ix-nayed

I've got more flows than company-paid sick days

Uhh, use 'em or lose 'em

Loops? He can choose 'em

Hopes nobody sues him

Doesn't hold grudges even if you poo pooed him

Pull up puffing on a stogie like Duke Nukem

Jackie Moon how I'm coming for jejunums

Goal twofold: entertain 'em and confuse 'em

Like an optical illusion

I get 'em jumping to my comical conclusions

Loose change in a tight grip

I'm writing this on the couch watching White Chicks;

I still love that movie

Bumping yacht rock with my brothers puffing doobies

The point of life still eludes me;

The type of nihilistic that considers that a cool thing

The drums go how the mood swing

And they fit everything that the dude sings