[Verse 1: Rimeskeme]
Rime
Mister irrelevant
Joke so irreverent
Either I'm hell bent or I'm haven sent
Money well spent on some delicates
Rap for the hell of it
Can't fuck with the flow like it's celibate
I'm higher than Everest
Must I remind you the devil's wish
Six, six, six
Sick, sick, sick
When I spit this shit
Wish you well on your endeavors
You interesting like never
I'm interested in weather
Cause I wanna know when I can rain on your parade
You hardly speak like a charade
The words I speak should get me laid
And get me paid
Get me everything I need
Pussy, money, weed
My three vices