Reporting live from the garage
I haven't showered in three days
I have been stuck inside
Beat bumping, yea I stomp like a Kaiju
Godzill' King Kong throwing fists, yeah
Fuck a rap, yo all my shit you can fight to
Chin check, quick piece 'em on the lip, yeah
Sad kids gettin' mad when I spit
Yo that's the shit I see and I just don't reply to
Text ya bitch and said I'll be there in 10, aye
I got her waiting at the window like a drive-thru
Big racks bandit, hit with glass cannons
Ego so big these bitches can't manage
I'm standing on top, the bar is out the planet
I'm livin' out my passion, sheep gon' steady panic, ay
Fallin' off yo I can't even imagine
Come across, it gettin' manic in this shit, aye
Pestilence, Death, War, a lotta Famine
Nukes dropping, Manhattan in this bitch, aye
Door knocks, get quiet don't panic
I'm just tryna live, cops pigs like Ganon
Roger that, click, smooth shit, Santana
Two twin shotties, yea I tote 'em like Channing, ha!
On a different time now, in a different time zone
Little psycho like I'm Stan and all you bitches Dido
Red dots on a opp like he made a typo
All that talent in your body I got in my right toe
I can't feel my face I guess it really was a high dose
Wishin' on a star, I guess you bitches really might hope
I can't stand a rapper like he really was a tight rope
Tombstone pile drive, put em in a tight choke
Beat bumping, yea I stomp like a Kaiju
Godzill' King Kong throwing fists, yeah
Fuck a rap, yo all my shit you can fight to
Chin check, quick piece 'em on the lip, yeah
Sad kids gettin' mad when I spit
Yo that's the shit I see and I just don't reply to
Text ya bitch and said I'll be there in 10, aye
I got her waiting at the window like a drive-thru