[Verse]

(Who the fuck is this guy?)

(Everybody, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up)

I'm that cracker with the scraggly beard (Okay)

Glazed corneas matching a matador's handkerchief (Okay)

Stork who bore these adorable busters received

Fully charged megabuster sauced for supper, scrumptious

Buddy, we cutting your set short with sword swing from Voorhees

Before you make the OGs go "oh gees"

Please, ya'll the cream of the crop? More like the filling of zits

Gifted as shit

My lines Keanu's seen in green tint

Achoo (Bless you)

Why do he care when mucus airborne?

So fucked for dollars, caught wallet whacking off to Dare Dorm (okay)

I'm in rare form, got holographic skin

Don't care for thirsty bitches taking swigs of fella's styles

(Yo, pass me one too)

I'm taking swings with dusters dunked in lemon lime

Catch a Sprite from the most feisty white since Federline

Now your man's got boo-boo

Fist pressed that square's face in like Bandicoot's move

That cracker stays a modest emcee

Besides the braggadocio and getting swamped in pussy

Delete beef with foes with the Chrome history

Miyagi plucking bugs, I'm Daniel Besting his reach (Okay)

Dipping toes in wonky flows

His opponents solely stroke in quarter notes

This kitten sticking out like cowlick from crowd (Uh-huh)

Of fickle dimwits spitting fodder cows would snicker 'bout (Uh-huh)

Patience short as corgi limbs

For poorly spitted, dorky quips, really now?

Dive in headfirst like Michael

Swim with vipers

Cobra Kai kicking cyphers

Double-X-L sweating like Killer Mike's shirt (Oh shit)

Jonesin' need to blaze

Blowing donuts like pigs that would fire up Dunkin'

If frosting wasn't lighter

Field got fuckers saying "real" before larp starts

Katana dice foam bows apart, then go for heart

Like Hardee's combo with ricin sauce out of Heisenberg's cabinet

'Cause motherfucker, I am not having it

I'm that hipster who's lips coax a cinder to light (Light)

His moves cripple Richter, whoa, big words you tyke (Tyke)

The kid's foes all elbows, fists curl like prom night (Night)

Italian and Irish, both sides of speakeasies

My hair thick and slick, back up fuckboy, G-Eazy

No name will name drop till they drop; this is V-Day

These Tommys rip coats too clothes up for 4th Yeezy (Season, Jesus)

My poetry will leave you speechless

16's with ease

Conscience shit, sometimes ignant

Best bars look like I gave listening to a-listers (Really?)

Spit lyrics cold as dude who stowed Buscemi whole

To get chopped like I smoked raw to roach (Who the fuck is this dude?)

I'm Poe in office, haunted by phonics (Okay)

Let's be honest here, ya'll getting offed by a novice (Okay)

Get pickets for this .ZIP file snap picture, Mac's getting first virus

Hold cellular regular to pen zip up papyrus?

Odor from the zip like split open papayas

Rinse, repeat, recycle rappers, GIFs rocking these mics now?

Jif's what they spreading for fans acting like Fido

Darkest on my mind, outside so albino (Ayy)

She swallow white like the meth game (Ayy)

Got skills of Abella, but never giving my dick breaks (Ayy)

Go doggie, palm her cheeks like Macaulay, take spliff drag (Ayy)

She twerk it while I work in the last hit for this tape (Ayy)

The last Pac drowned in DatPiff

Last cop laughed when cam glitched (Oh)

One shot got daughters dadless

Squad goals 16 large bought McDonald's (Oh shit)

Glock's full, 5-0 stay famished (Yo, what the fuck just happened?)

Same number on my SPF, rays got Irwin, pale stay the safe pigment (What? The fuck that mean?)

Sweat drop down, froze to the ground, gather 'round

Feel out what the braille says, bitch

(Yo, hold on, what the fuck just happened?)

(You just got me so hyped and now I'm just fucking sad)

(Fuck you)