[Verse 1: Unknown]

I'm a skinny, black, ugly motherfucker with an afro
No cashflow, but still room to be an asshole
So fuck you, I don't play games, I never hasbro
Making wordplay while I'm at my house watching Camp Lazlo

On my mom's couch n***a
If you ain't bout that, what the fuck you bout n***a
Got a couple white girls wasted Megan Stout n***a
If they hop up on the dick, I'mma make em' shout n***a

Scream n***a, dream n***a, till' they fall asleep n***a
If you nappin' on me I'mma make that sleep deep n***a
"that's weak n***a" that's that ignorance they say to me
You try to be the shit, but you already decay to me

I'm great you see, I say that blatantly
Cause n***as hatin' me
And if you're on that shit you can go and
Chill where satan be

But that's not really the place to be
You got $100 jeans but, bet I got some weed
I'm the bees' knees, incect limbs
I'm a little ass n***a with a big ass grin (and they know, they know)
So bitch n***as die slow
I smoke a lot of cronic so I can reach up my highest low
I keep you on your toes, tic tac, the freshest flow
I'll let you know when rapping's over and i'll let it go

But till' then it's no biggie, like westside
And i'll rest eyes, of n***as who think it's their time
Tick tock, your time is of the essence
And even if it were Christmas I wouldn't give you my presence

And this is just my adolescence
But bitches still give me long head, I call em all gretchen
I'm messing, but every time I do it I'm aggressive
These moon cycle n***as half do it like a crescent

As long as I'm alive, I'mma live
I'mma spit with no bib, while these white van hoes keep snatching up my kids
Well that's irrelevant, so are you
So I speak my mind for the hell of it

I'm killin it, never gave a fuck or a shit
A constipated celebate, your music is delicate
Soft and fragile, usain bolt, my shit is agile
Your shit is 2 feet, my shit is that 8 mile

[Outro: Unknown (Multiple Critics)]