I stay busy as a bee stuck in a bucket of molasses
Above the average, A wise cabbage patch kid
Classic, stretched out pimp Cadillac shit
I major in arts and craft classes
Hold vision like Ben Franklin's glasses
Dangerous like when bleach splashes
I travel on a twisted labyrinth with a cast iron rap
I attack with more force than a wolf pack
Take aim with an itch finger
And slap the paper crown off a Burger Kinger
Cause I'm a very very bad sinner
A glad bag full of bitter the foul scent in your cat litter
Be careful around me I'm a klepto critter
Get your whole face pulled back like Joan Rivers
I'm so with it was born privileged to spit slick
I'm terrific and think vivid
If you say, "I'm growing as an artist", that means your garbage
You know a rappers falling off when he's acting honest
Fuck a straight line, I like to cut corners
Cut throats, pink slip em cut out my conscience
People always saying I should keep the peace, please
I've stood knee deep in beef since I was three feet
So Clack, pull your chamber back and clap to that
I got a lung full of phlegm and twenty in my pack
I breathe deeply like an asthmatic weever
And lean lazy like the building built in Pisa
Spilling my guts just not giving a fuck
Kid you just got snuffed and now your talk turned tough?
I can turn a friend into a foe, or a fan
into a band wagon following fan giving me blow
It's not about how you say what you say
It's all about what you say like Brother J
But this is not protected by the red or the black
But the green, I like my pockets fat not flat
I'm from the state of the hopeless and its so hard to leave
When your stuck in the gutter like a batch of dead leaves
I always gotta find a way to hop out of the slump
Cause depression can lead you to a bridge to jump
I ain't trying to be a chump but it's tough in the dump
Why you think kicko's out here blunted and drunk
I gotta keep it moving kid, I can't relax
Gotta make shit happen like drinking Exlax
And life can get all up in your ass
When ass gets up min your life Some chickens
Wanna fuss and fight cause they ain't fluffed up right
Mascara running as she puffin on pipe
If you ain't feeling me, what the fuck you feeling?
If you aint feeling me, then Fuck your feelings
And to the rest of the suckers that ain't vibing Romen Rahlo
Well, Fuck you too, and I ain't talking about Bono