[Intro: Uncredited sample, Token & Composition]

Oowee, my baby, you're looking good to me

Kiss me, honey

Oowee, squeeze me baby (Yes)

You're looking good to me (Haha)

Well talk to me baby, make me happy as a man can be

Haha, free verse number four!

Yes, Composition, tell 'em how it is

I'on give a fuck if you on my dick

Yeah, and I'on give a fuck if you bump my shit

And I'on give a fuck if you on my clique

Let's go

Check it out, look, look, look

[Verse]

I'm the leading cause of suicidal rappers

They play my tape and stay amazed and say, "Dude, I don't matter"

And it's alright, they don't like their own lines

And when a ghost drive, but will take illiteral, given physical damage

You're welcome, now you a ghost, right?

Oh my, I got the cocaine flow

That's dope lines without the nose, guys

I'm so fly that I can fuckin' bomb pilots

You old like a motherfuckin' Pomp pilot (Yes)

I'm not violent (No), I just get angry

And I'll stab you in the eyes if you can't see

See, I ain't got money, I ain't tall, dark and handsome

I ain't a hipster, I got the swag of Paul Blart with a handgun

But I'm definitely never missin' that I'm wrecking

Just to get my recognition, death to any men who disagrees

Asking me to respect your riddance

I wouldn't look up to you if I was a two foot eleven inches out for midget (Oh)

Representing the sickest clique on the come up

Killing shit in the fifth grade, be spittin' until the sun up (Uh-huh)

Growth is a bitch, ain't it? My [?] will get hated

Not over 'cause the day, kid you know that I spit flames with

Flows rope, soap, they bloat, dope's open

Flow so cold, they froze a snow globe and broke it (Ha)

Flow can go slow like a robo in the ocean

A math faster, [?] sleepin' like my ass in the last math class

Dag nabbit, I'm back at it like it's a bad habit

And believe I'm mean like a class average

You need to get stuck in your place like bad traffic

Homie, get over yourself like a rap ad-lib

Take a stab at it like Jack the Ripper

Like, "Hey, I'm glad to kill ya"

You have a deal, no talent still, you're stackin' mills

Because you sold your soul like a shoe package dealer

If you're starin' on Earth at a arrogant twerp

Comparin' some [?] roster, [?] there and a word

Don't ask me why I ain't got nice shoes and all black

Have no snapback when A$AP is wearing a skirt

I ain't hatin', I'm just sayin', you do you and I'll do me

But God damn, I am hatin' when I often see a so called G

With money like the lottery he don't deserve

And rather smoke some urb than help people in poverty

And when he buyin' cars, they never drive

Instead of live savin', I'm mic slayin' with high maintenance

Rhymed language

You think I flied straight from Einstein's brain

You'd think I'd find slaves, a nice place

I'm going quite Abraham

Lickin' these letters together, you better surrender

Or you get [?] stretcher to pleasure whenever enter

I'm Hellen clever, that's clever as hell

My music mixes effort and F words, my parents can tell

I'm doing swell, I got my one's and my L's

Writing in the principal's 'cause I said "fuckin'" in health

He said "use your common sense, you stupid fuck"

I chucked a penny at his face

Said "that's my common sense, I didn't wanna use it up"

Huh huh, just kidding, I'm an angel

I don't know when these words and after school I clean the tables

You already know I'm the best around but shit

That's enough about me, lemme tell you about my clique

[?] beats a rapper quick as faster like [?]

After I decapitate it like [?]

Jay burns him and rolls him up and tries to blaze the ash

After Composition takes his wallet and tries to pay me back (Let me take that)

Now I have money for suing my therapist

By putting his face in between the A&R and the opaqueness door

Let that soak in like a sponge of the cleaner

That was sixty-four bars for a free verse, bitch

[Outro]

Free verse number four

L-P-O-D bitch!