Alright mate

I keep it frozen butter soft
Stop rappin' and up your game in the art of fuckin' off
And when you've gone, I'll lift me jug of [?Loft?]
Quaff too much and cough
Then blaze a sack and take a nap
I don't even leave the pad unless I'm gettin' paid to rap
Big dog, frying bacon, As-Salaam-Alaikum
Naysayers try and break him
Unaware Dr Scott rhymes with Satan
Well no it doesn't but I'm stompin' through your village on a llama with your Ma Dukes
Who let that [?] from Blah loose with pyah juice?
Like Bishop with a Tropicana, alls these bitches want is drama
Luke, I am not your father [?]
The cash accumulates while I'm steady killin' it at funeral pace
But don't be fooled to move and lose your place
Charmed by the mutants human traits
Walk into the light, the newer you awaits
Same look, different caption
If you didn't take a picture for Facebook, it didn't happen
Now play somethin' while I BASE jump into a shallow bath
I hear destruction's at the bottom of this narrow path
That's the sound of their feet talkin', (keep walkin')
A tadpole swims into a supermassive black hole
An old man takes his last stroll, and he's done
[?] its gettin' colder
Rockin' back and forth until the Earth's closer to the sun
Tippin' a toaster for a crumb
Writin' depressive poetry for fun
Glum with a smile
Their answer to everything is sendin' in a soldier with a gun
Dumb