[Verse]
This so good
I'm the sickest to spit flows
Wish you would
Like Pinnochio’s intro
Been gold
Feel the cold in your bones, bitch
I'm chilling like a villain
Whipping lyrics in the mixing bowl
Oh no, bro got no control
Make a verse overflow
With cynical syllables
Kiss my ass under mistletoe
Penning my manifesto
Full of rituals
Literal tradition
Get in the whip and quit bitchin'
I’m sick and absurd
Put yo dick in the dirt
If you ain't listen quick
I'm the shit, you a nerd, that's it
UGH!
Ain't no fucking
With the "Dijon Don"
Rocking tube socks
Same color as Grey Poupon
Fuck you pawns and playas
All y'all talk is heinous
See ya later dawg
All the claims you making
They so jaded
Shame that shit don't phase me
Brace for impact
This that shit that break your back
Lil bitch
Who you tryna talk to?
Motherfuck you
And yo crew, bitch
I'm ruthless
And you ain’t got a clue
Who ruling this abyss
I got no emotion like a "coffin model"
Can’t flex on me
All the talk is hollow
“Stay petty” the motto, or drop
I never been friendly
Hell yeah, I expect you to rot
Fuck out my face, you a clot
I won't even spare you
My fucking residual cum
Fuck off
Empty your lungs
You fucking chump
You’re nothing but a punk
[Hook]
Hunnit, hunnit, hunnits!
Drastic cash, that's meant to fast undress a hoe
Bitch you bet i know
You only round me for my doe
I've been wreckin records
With reckless effort
A nervous wreck
Who keeps it wet
To fill the billfold on his dresser