[CopyPat]

The bonafied most trusted, often keepin all these rhymes so gushed, I’m off the deep end
Caught ya sleepin, cots and z’s when spittin ya raps ya jaw’s fatiguing
Officially wack. Walkin breathin shit of a man, that’s always greasin’
I’m Mr. Miyagi crossed between a pistol I’m bangin gongs for weeks
Listen you faggots, I’m off the streets, my living is lavish, Dawson’s Creek
I’m kidding, I’m average, not extreme. But getting the cash ain’t hard for me
Shit on the rap game, cop some feces. I’m different that way, an awkward species
My syllable count approximately a billion, bounce. You cannot compete
I’m silly with nouns, drop a beat and really get down. Lava deep
Illy with sounds obviously killing you clowns, comically.
Like Gilligan’s Island ya’ll is beached. While I’m spitting a mile of solid sea
The spillage could drown a soccer field and fill in surrounding properties
I’m liquid just dousing causing scenes, you spitting a drought see, hardly leak
The villain who vowed to haunt ya dreams, cause your vision is clouded, can’t you see?
I’m sick of the baggage these panties speak, like they skivvies is scandalous. Pack some heat
Really I’m fabulous actually, living frivolous the glass is crammed to me
Not half empty, got apathy? Then fix it and act. Stop draggin feet
God damn you weak, all fragile geeks. You all actin beef, it’s all sandwich meat
Balsamic speak cause ya wine in ya sentence, all facts that lead to vagina infections
Bitches