Rip your temple and jaw

Up instrumentals I roar

Mikey and Ryler gon' tear shit up yo floor

Ayo from door to door we relate

My people wake, check

Been on my bapalicious ever since rappers went fake

I only fuck with hardcore

Original art score

It’s all about bringin' the ruck with a metaphor

So ain’t a matter of poor

-I’m bringin that rugged delicious

My fans ain’t richest niggas out

But they know we gon get it

I slam the biggest of hordes

With syllables on these cords

And ain’t none of you niggas gon take one of my broads

Of course

Indubitably a fortress

When combined with forces

We stand in higher orbits

Retire in flying saucers

I plan our way forward

Me and my planets go torture

All of yo habits and forge a new habitat for all ya

We do it for love

So fuck your product

Act prophet on puppets following your bluff for a profit

I borrow

No such a valid motto

When bottling lagers with bravado

The middle of mind is hard like an avocado

Keeping my semi-automatic fully loaded

I'm sober

Flip in the building

The youngin' affiliate kicking yo pin over

What?

Motherfucker wassup

Züri

Worldwide

Fuck em’

Amateur chillen

With the bap we be killin

After they squealin’

Find em at they parents house with their cavity healin'

Bappidy villain, I’m spilling my water

And all you pussy niggas act like authors

Yet you all sort of suck

Minimalistic or animalistic fucks

You ain’t down to fuck with funkadelic sounds but candy crushin

Motherfuckers in hundreds

They crept out sandy clusters

We can’t trust you fanny touchers

You cranny nookers and pussy brushers

Do it for love

And that’s the reason that ain’t nobody gon pay my rent

When the weather hit rainy seasons

Check

My mind has over stepped

The mental barrier

Carry young fruits to my grave

I play the feudal

When usually not on slide

It is beautiful when the beauty and the beast dun intertwine

I bring divine winter wine

In thundering summer dusk

Support the loneliest rapper who still rides the bus