Smoking a log like provoking them all
End up choking them all
And it's balls to the walls ins
Calling and falling
And Fina be hauling them off
Running and ducking jump fences
Highly disgusted
They rushing up on me like senses
Handle my business
Lit them up like a candle
Rip them up I dismantle
Get handled what about the difference
I'm spitting and ripping and flipping them off
Get it not tripping and dipping you dog
Improper the syllable doctor
Gamble the procure
Off of my rocker ramble the roster
Crumbled imposters
Your numbers in I lost it
Holding you hostage rocking the mosh pit
Show and stopping and mopping up evidence
Dead like some presidents
All in your head I'm irrelevant
Back like the deficit budget
So I said fuck it and swooped in the bucket
You're not to be trusted
Concussion corrupted
Roulette like I'm Russian
Get abducted
Dismember your cousin
With the flow that I'm busting
Back at you dumping
Slapping them up
And I don't give a fuck with it
Back I'm spectacular and I'm immaculate
Eating them up like Dracula
Beating them up like vernacular codes
A madman has Rosen
Leaving then stiff as a bitch
And I'm cold like I'm frozen
Digging your ditch
When it's twenty below outside
I'm still dipping and rolling
I've got to get mine
Smoking hydro, tripping on lean
Three Percocet's, I'm a fucking fiend
Madman, call me Peter Pan
I be tripping, off a hundred Xans
Smoke with me, blaze with me
Get high with me, die with me
Her name Kim, she listen to EDM
She pops shrooms, I'll take a couple of them
Bite bite bite
Dress better than your boyfriend
Damn he looking ugly
Eat pussy like your girlfriend
Yeah she wanna fuck me
Higher than the helicopters
I be wearing blue blockers, sunglasses
I be popping perks
And I'm sweating down my shirt
I'll be putting in work nigga
Bitch, I'll be putting in work
Till the day that I fucking die
Said that you was in here first
Yea quit with them fucking lies
With bizarre popping perks
Got madman popping shots
We gone find your ass then fuck you up
And call it papa doc
Bitch, I'll be smoking logs
Like the fingers of King Kong
Got my eyes like Ching Chang Chong
And my vibes be like this song
We don't give a fuck or thought
And if you hating then you lost
You just gonna piss me off
And you gonna pay the cost trick
Who the fuck you talking to
I'm higher than a kite
I ain't tripping but your bitch
Kind of looking like a dyke
Bet you in the corner
Thinking that the bitch is looking nice
Probably let it take you home
Fucking ride you like a bike