[Intro]
Ahh
You know I gotta get a sip of my Mountain Dew first man
I ain't even advertisin' though

[Verse]
Cannons
That's what this cracker's blastin' off
Way over y'all's heads like a sick grab skate park tabletop
Too cold like Bobbie's Dairy Dip in the summertime
I can lose some [?] but these opponents are still under mine
Underground so I guess I got an under mind
Slick with my tongue like I chugged a tub of turpentine
This brainwave collectin' mine, my style is kinda intertwined
With livin' in the burb, skateboard and smoke this Swisher wine's
Yeah, some half pipes, but I prolly will and have might
Not been this good if I didn't check my grammar right
Shit I'm only jokin' but my swagger juice is potent
And I'm grindin' on the cope of what hip-hop is supposed to be
It's not my fault I'm the open and dopest locally
And I'm what rappers wanna be, people diggin' me overseas
When I'm just gettin' overseen, so bust up in the fuckin' scene
Demand a reality check and shove it in Nicki Minaj's ovaries
I'm mysterious, what's up under your sofa seats
I'm pissed like Sammy Sosa when he throws the heat, no shoulder sling
And no flashy things, just cut-offs and cheap jeans
YMCMB ain't nothin' to me but some cheap schemes
Lil Wayne ain't cold around me, he needs ski's
I can bust a freestyle but my style is always came free
I might not make it but that's a risky chance that I'm takin'
I don't ride blades unless I'm at the YMCA ice skatin'
I got big balls, bigger than Mark Wayman
Fight a screen shark in the dark and scrape his face off with the sharp pavement
That was a harsh statement and an MC straight fakin'
Claimin' they got girls when they really at home masturbatin'
[Outro]
Quit bein' fake bitch
Illy killy, black light society, LEX ent, Militia X, Arrii
That was a freestyle motherfucker
Hahaha