(Verse1 Oscar Biggs)
I got mad styles plus the Wickedest Rap Flows
Y’all 'ready know that my Lyrics is Fat Bro
When it comes to Rippin’ Mics I’m the Sickest At That Yo
I write punchlines that’s deeper than my Mistress’s Asshole
I love kickin’ raps I’ma never stop spittin’
There’s more chance the Kernel’s gone stop fryin’ chicken
I know for a fact Hip Hop’s always gone be my shit man
It’s though music I figured out that happiness was found within
That’s why I’m just doing me yo I’m stayin’ Ol’ Skool
I keeps my shit Funky like some fuckin’ soul food
Raw Lyricism’s my vision Throw Yo O’s up
I’m on a mission of flippin’ rappers divisions and blow up
My style is smooth like alley hoops I rally troops to go to war with
Don’t act hard if you’re not you’ll get dropped causе my squad is
Cats approached me wrong and got punched in thеy nose quick
Then looked surprised like Oh Shit you shoulda know that’s what foes get
Fuck it I’m Rugged and Raw my rhymes is just too hard
I can slide me a new Gumar with like 2 bars
That’s mad funny plus you know it’s not far fetched
She says different she’s a scarred bitch that Oscar ditched
Either I’m a superstar or these Whores Is Dumb
Last bitch I was with got to Snort My Cum
I’m Hardcore like that and whores keep coming back
Like my listeners yo every time they hear me rap