[Intro]
My rug on Galaga
Gotta my hot dog in her Persian cat...
Let me be frank, that cat on oceans
Fat like "sspalt"
I'm stupid...

[Verse]
Let me start by passing, I'm a full asshole
Clashing braced butter knives, in a faggots backbone
With a passion, throwing the past tense back
The bastard using tennis rackets for black magic practice
I lay your crappy rap's in wraps, so it's a wrap
Flow hot as eskimo coats in Mexico
The antidote opposed, throw you hoes in catacombs
Sporatical, radical ass with the mathematical trapping
Shit out my bladder full
Drinking acid from rapid crappy car batteries
Shake a baby like a rattle, now is ready to battle me
The artist arching arteries at Target's garbage cans
While I'm gargling garlic, selling Ben Baller's carcass
For garden garments I'll buy at a auction in Austin
Black market, then bargain them, fly on Aladdin's carpet
And start a fire with arsons, I'm dark hearted
Mind is twisted, contorted, I'm grumpy like Gordon
At Golden Corral without his porridge order
I holded up on a suicide door Toyoda
I'm door to door with the gore
Like I love Jehovah, blizzard core, fuck my aura
Cutting up on old gallons of milk and feed to ya daughters
2 quarters of shots at ya head
Like Curtis drinking more vodka at the show
I don't care what you say, cause' I'm bordered or borderline
Bored, and crazy, and bonus
I cut open whores with plunger wood, now get me reported
I double express so, dump ya beans in pot if ya drip water
Then you might have to go to the nurse, and flirt on her
I'm more awkward than a trans with a boner
I'm sorta caught in aborting your rap reporters so never record me, I'm loaded with a North Arctic shoulders of poets
I'm reaping up what you sow, when I go I just keep going
When I can't go, I just flowing
A half fat addict of acid rap erratic with passing matches
The tragic blasting of bastards, cause' they daddy is bad
And in Baghdad with his Russian baddy
Matter of fact, the 5'6 rapper, is back, with classics
Grandmaster Flash told me in my head
That I'm a God at this rap shit, I avalanche with this ratchet
Compassion, the weird eared bastard
Is sneaky like cartoon badgers or Robert Rabbit
If he's framed, holding a ratchet, I hatch shit, like a Apache
It'll take army to attack me, savage is not accurate
Nah, I'm the sip that brakes the camels spine and make it fractional
I squeeze greatness of genius like cow utters
Sheer fear of peers is weird, syringes at your reer
Trigger the clear peer of emberrasment tears
I'm to real, fuck being sincere, fuck your career
Half these new n***as mutterers of cluttering shit
While I'm slick like melted butter, clustered when busting
I put a bunch of rusted knuckle buckles
And plummet them in ya jugular, the newcomer
The new son, and new n***a you look for to beat
This ain't high school n***a, but I give her fresh meat
And what other n***a is really skilled to go best me
14 years old, spitting blitz, too easy

[Hook]
I'm feeling so groovy now
B.THE GREAT's bars will make you look head up
The lyrical idiot, went digital with his image
It's critical with the shit, that you listen to, you some simpletons