[Verse 1: Futuristic]
This beat is so stupid, I can't rap to it
Even though I got bars, mitzvah, Jewish
Oh God that was terrible I'm sorry
I say dumb shit I'm on a roll like a Harley
All my girls barbies, angels, Charlie
My pockets hella fat, Chris, Farley
I don't play games these lames is on Atari
I eat beats till there's none left these dudes starving
My squad is impeccable but don't shit rhyme with that
Except maybe testicle and I ain't gonna rhyme with that
I'm a shot caller these n***as don't ever fire back
Not even Donald Trump would fire Zach
That's my real name if you didn't knew
Mr. Raise The Bar Game Tied Down Like Tennis Shoes
Mr. I Had To Do All The Shit You Didn't Do
Mr. Get Your Girlfriend Wetter Than A Swimming Pool
Mr. Leave Me Alone I Ain't In The Mood
Seventeen tracks on an album no interlude
I'm on the move like a lazy river ???? too
Driving while I'm eating these rappers that's fast dinner food
How frickin' rude, ladies say I'm cocky
I just wanna hit like I'm swinging for the Rockies
I just wanna hit like a boxer named Rocky
I just wanna hit like my name was Jeremy Shockey
That's a hit stick
Take her on a picnic
Make her strip quick, nothing but heels and lipstick
Ride a stick shift, if she break it that's a quick fix
N***as at the tip getting baked, Bisquick
Pass me the rock, you know I'll probably cock back
Not even Dikembe could block that
You gon need more than a red sign to stop that
My lines go over they heads like a top hat
Ha, Futuristic is the bomb
Hide yo kids, hide yo wife, and yo mom
Put this on your Ipod or your CD ROM
Download at onlyfuturistic.com
[Hook x6]
Don't drop that thun thun thun
Hey

[Outro]
Aw shit I dropped it
Fuck, Goddamnit