(Intro)
It's that new shit baby

(Verse 1)
Fuck these crook cooks looking for cookies
I be cooking up these shook rookies
Short book with good looks playing hooky
Lock your number in my Nokia
Throw away the key and peele the banana
KC threw in the oof like onomatopoeia
Damn give you a seven like Fantana
Thick melon while you selling your tape
I stopping the masses without crashing
Cropping your vision like some glasses
Topping your tape no debate while you rate
Me a 8 out 8 cause I'm great fight my fate
Too many bars that I spit that will never hit
The masses fuck these fascists splitting rations
Creator cause I got a sense of fashion
Throw your cash in because I'm taking action
My rhymes are a free cremation
This infatuation I'm an abomination to my nation that stations for playstations it's this shit that I'm facing
Repeating my first like alliteration

(Verse 2)
Is this the intro or the outro
Even I don't know but I
Serve heat like a bistro
Giving out free music like Chance
Colored in my book
Got rappers shook
With the hook
Gonna reel them in
Take them as bait
That's their fate
Their complaint to get sought
I want to be as good as K Dot
Be someone's top spot
So I won't rot
Or get shot like 50
KC popping with me
Gonna drop 60 like Kobe
Killing a new fear
Filling the atmosphere with an Onemosphere
Of hurt from Lucy who caused the ionosphere
I start yelling so you can hear me clearly
Caused by some wife with a knife without a memo
Or my demo so she took a shot to kill
But missed the feel of the finishing the job
So she sobbed looking for the mob
But she ain't find them
And she went and I rhymed them (aye) (aye)
Stack my rhymes like a fucking tac
Like a Tic Tac
Got no stack of money that I don't have
Holy shit can I just do this off the top of the brain
So I can go insane (aye)
I might blow out my brain like Kurt Cobain
This the intro or the outro bro
I don't even know
I just kill them with the flow
What flow?
Bitch you pull up with the same fucking flow every show
Oh shit