[CopyPat]

Oldschool, newschool, need to learn though. Flows too cool bro, freezer burn yo. Aggressive on the track, my steez is turbo, perfection on the raps cause he’s a Virgo. My set lists are self-aware, no re-hersals, the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, you Steve Urkels. My team fur coats, we pre-fer boats. I Wiz around the water and all you see is ree-fer smoke. The P pure dope don’t get it twisted like a pretzel. Hear hear folks, listen my crescendo: I leave earlobes drippin heavy metals. Spittin deadly venom (no tom hardy) when I get inside a rhythm it’s a proton party. That means deep to the core of it, I’m positively fresh. And each little chorus is a song that gets you wet. I bomb this shit to death regardless, it’s whatevs… but if you really wanna step then the consequence is DEATH!!!!!! Cause I kill every rapper, I’m the Pillsbury hacker. Gimme all that dough boy, and I’m still serving platters. Drinkin Pilsner very faster and living happily ever after. That was just a taste and I’m rusty like your car, but if that was just an eighth of the muscle of my bars, then I’m happy with the state like a bunch a fuckin czars. Before the revolution. Mess with copypat it’s like you ordered execution. Cause I’m sorta effin ruthless without saying “fuck”. And I’m more or less a Jewish way I’m bout makin bucks. A devout crazy cunt with a south facing bung…alow, out bathing sun. This is outrageous stuff I know, but it’s about making of fun. AYO. I’m out bangin sluts with BOTH parents issues. Who get more heir extensions than that ho Paris Hilton. That was pro there, admit it. I’m like Hulk Hogan on growth hormone, I don’t care, I’m vicious. My whole album delicious, while you choke cherry your snippets. The flow very expensive, and so daring, I’m vintage. The most rarest conditions produce the dope air I’m spittin. And gold carats for bitches, you vegans are weak. Let me unzip my pants for the meat of the week.