Daily breaking traffic laws, speeding past all the po-lice
Pulled over, ayo pause, Never met a kid so po-lite
Yessir so-nice, but when I turn it up I bring the heat
I’m a beast running to your door, HAH, trick-or-treat
I’m Ronda Rousey when I beat it up
Don't need a thermostat I heat it up
Ayo, chill bro, you need a cup
Until my glass runneth over, fill it up
Student of the game
The kid is just legally a minor
Off the brain crazy he’s a beat rhymer
This is a 100 bar verse get a timer
So fly so high, above the airliner
Rappers today just rearrange
Others work, interior designer
Can’t make it rap, dying industry, like a coal miner
Mr. President to simplify, that's an innuendo
By Putin, you’re being played, like a goddamn Nintendo
Rapping here yeah you know this ain’t no end goal
Gotta love the love but tryna get it 10 fold
This lyrical creativity leaves ‘em all staring
I’m an artist, an activist, call me Keith Haring
A mix of Bernie and Marley a true blooded Pacifist
I’ll leave ya humiliated, I won’t stop I’m a masochist
Pass the mic I keep it passionate as I’m rapping it
I hope you’re religious, I’m an atheist and yes I’ll rip it blasphemous
Y’all listen when I speak, preaching my beliefs Jesus of Nazareth
Leave ya 6 feet deep, while I’m just on my rise like Lazarus
I spit fast, like whiplash, I spit past, I spat

I’m not aiming for money, if I was I’d hop a caper
I don’t point lead, well I guess pencil to the paper

Spitting bars at work, yessir, you know I’m fire(d)
Body like rubber, like Michelin I'm tire(d)

Provide you a quick story, a brief synopsis
Hold up, loading lyrical diagnostics

Let’s get it straight, it’s Grin, the new dude
I’m going in, with not a thing on my mind, to lose
You searching for the answer like Blues Clues
I’m spitting facts at ya like news crews
I’m Frankenstein on my neck you'll find two screws
I've got the answer like you threw the game, you lose
You need seven boy will take it with only Two schools

I'm the freshest like walking in the place with new shoes
Have you ever heard someone spit as a jew whose head’s not right
Blaze with Ben Carson during my own lobotomy
I'm an outcast, an outsider, always considered myself an oddity
Like big boi, ponyboy, I write like a true to life novelty
Like Son of Sam, I’m the Son of Man, uncle sam, probably
Undeniably, filled with shame of where the States at
Mr. President, you took an Oath on the Bible by a document that states that
Journalists may speak what they want, we won’t debate that
You can’t have a national religion, yeah I know you hate that
You claim to know the Constitution but your minimal knowledge dictates that
You didn’t even read amendment number one, so fuck you Donald Trump and I’m still not done

Watch this kid, watch what he-do, the Hebrew
I’ve had 1, 2, call it three brews
With these words, this Jew’ll hit you
Lyrically this kid practicing jiu-jitsu

Creativity off the hook like a fish who be flopping
No brakes, you better look, you know I’m not stopping

That’s right, Jewish with no ink on my epidermis
Keep the bars so real cause hip-hop lost its purpose
When I spit it’s Colder than an Eskimo’s thermos
I still bring the heat like a muh-fucking verbal furnace

I’m new to it, givin’ them pins and needles dog I voodoo it
Who do it? I done done it again, started off with no plan

Always around grass like the grazing of cattle
Getting winnings untaxed after the raffle
More likely than beating JG in an off the top battle
Watch the kid as he goes in and baffle any competitor
I speak what I think uncut no need for some-editor
Like 20/20 vision in perfect light do you get the picture?
I won’t stop this personal journey while I spit sir
I ain’t quitting til’ my throat close with a boatload of dope quotes within it
I’m winning, I'm in it, so

Fuck putting the mic down, I spit so real you can NAZI the truth
Fuck putting the mic down, more likely to see me join the Hitler youth
After I bring Muslim voters to support trump at the booth
And start to conform with his administration while I’m mad dubious
Free Fall and swim to the bottom of erupting mount Vesuvius
New to this, still more likely I’d jog naked when it’s 50 below in the Arctic
You get it now? No chance I’m leaving ‘til I finish what I started, RAH!