What's up, what's up

Delay No More

Ayo, let's keep it simple

Gon tell me just what you into

I can spit it off the top or in the booth with a pencil

Yeah I'm feeling like the shit

Ya'll sitting on the shitter man

I'm following my dreams, ya'll can follow me on Twitter

Got a winner in the making, never giving I'm taking

Yeah I'm bout to take em, I'm bout to take it all

I'm bout to ball, coldest one of you bout to par

Always stay four twenty fucking steps ahead of ya'll

Ditch class now I'm bout to write a rap man

You got some friends, introduce em to the Rap Man

People see me in the city they like, "That's him!"

You forgot about me, boy let's bring it back

Like Batman, killing Jokers and killing losers

I'm feeling super, can't see me like Mr. Luther

I always go hard, ya'll would think I'm made of Iron Man

What a Fantastic Four bar spittin' fire man

I got these trees, they be burning like a Green Lanturn

You do Riddler, but I don't need an answer

Girl that's your problem, all you do is Wonder Woman

Kids like Thor, yo he's always got that thunder with him

And fuck them ya'll, I'm bout to be a superhero

Robert De Niro meets Joey Leonetti's bureau

No Euros, again, yeah I always be switchin'

This kid is on the rise, told you that I'm fuckin' different

And everything be clicking, homie that's fucking chill

Yo we gotta have four and a couple hours to kill

We smoking sour for real, we smoke and need a meal

I toke and I rap, give a fuck about a deal

You say these rappers are dope, trust me I've been iller

They say I fucked the rap game, well I meant to kill it

You've gone against a sinner, now you go against the winner

I come alive in the night, me and Ben Stiller

We getting stoned, blowing it by the O

Now that's a night at the museum, homie welcome to the show

Yo, I've gotta go

Yo, we've gotta go

Cuz that shit we smoking bomb, I'm hoping it don't explode

With my little eye homie, I spy pot

Before I break your fucking dreams with this drive I've got

Ayo it's musical chairs, I ain't even find my spot

But Imma take away your seat with these rhymes I've got

I've been working all night while they thought that I was restin'

They wake up and then there ain't no question

I walk into the party boy, I'm feeling so restless

And first thing I see is three of my ex's

I say tic-tac-toe, tic-tac-toe, talking like bout punch lines like bitch that's dope

See ya'll don't understand, I got a fucking plan

Shooting for the top and I ain't even got a gun in hand

Ya I be running man, tryna make a hundred grand

Flight just started bout to get it while you fucking land

I create what I was destined to make

Ayo it's Skibs the fucking kid, I'm death to the hate

Little kid, I'm just taking a piss

And ya'll just trying to diss and I'm just taking a miss

If ya'll don't get what you are to me, that makes you a bitch

The rest of you played it safe and I'm just taking a risk

Skibs

Uh, uh, can't stop

Uh, uh, can't stop

Bitch