[Verse 1]

I'll smack your bitch and crack her ribs with a stack of bricks

Ask her kids for an evaluation after it

My fashion's sick, remove the sleeves from the jacket bitch

Goodwill supplies the low prices so I'm actin rich

Throw cash and shit at rachet chicks for their ass and tits

Stay on acid trips but never falling cause I balance it

I battle quick, hit a nigga forty times

Recording rhymes, distorting minds, supporting crime with swords and nines

Imported wines from foreign vines poured in diamond glasses

Ignite and pass it, I write the classics (GOLDCHAIN)

I'm getting bored so I gotta switch the flow up

I throat fuck your bitch with her nose plugged

Till she throws up (oh yuck)

I think it's time for the hook

I rhyme for the crooks

Bitch I rhyme for the crooks

[Hook x4]

All my friends juggle, you can call us juggalos

You can call us juggalos

[Verse 2]

Rap game Dr. Seuss

I drop the roof on my convertible spaceship bitch I bought the moon

One hundred mill is pocket change

I rock a chain more expensive than Obama's plane

We are not the same

I'm in the highest tax bracket

With a fat packet of rolling papers getting blasted with my hat backwards

Surpass standards of the rap masters

Tell the best rapper that his career's in its last chapters

The lyrical prowess

You hear when I shout this

Is dope enough to kill off any fucking spirit around it

I'm here and I'm grounded

Permanent in the game till I'm famous

I'll sell my soul to the devil if my lyrics can't claim it

I think it's time for the chorus

I rhyme words with orange

Bitch I rhyme words with porridge

[Hook]