[Intro]
(*sniff and cough*)
Alright I'm really sick right now, so we'll just see how this goes, I guess
Yo

[Verse 1]
I'm feeling beastly like a bull versus a minotaur
Line's a simile, but the full verse is a metaphor
Killing hoes, I got plentiful hearses for better whores
And I'm hella sure it's more time the girl's be begging for
Rock a snapback and ask to get your back snapped
Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at
Stealing lines from Left Brain, speeding on the left lane
Leave you with what I had when my girlfriend left, pain
Just kidding, it really didn't bother me much
So that line I got to retouch, with my rhymes you got to keep up
I got a lot of reefer and I kind of want to use it
My mind is your virginity, I'm never going to lose it
Stupid, screw your music, I run shit while you ruin shit
The life goals you got, I've got them done while you still doing them
The heights that you're pursuing still lower than my lowest
And I'm high as fuck, higher than your coffin I be closing
So quit the bulldozing, and start parking it
Bitch I'm Steve Martin rich, you're getting Cheaper By The Dozen
Act like I wasn't bluffing, when I said that I'd be over it
When your life is over with and your dead body I'd be fucking
Fuck it

[Break]
(laughter)
Messed up that last line
I got another verse
Yo

[Verse 2]
Fresh to death, you're dying for attention
I'm getting first place, you're stuck with an honorable mention
It's my birthday, bitches coked and caked up
Beat me to the finish line, better hope you're laced up
My mouth ain't shut 'cause my lines ain't shut
I'll take you down south, beat your Northface up
Do your girl face up, wait, I mean face down
Can't keep her off my waist like she my keychain now
Please stay out, Pete, Deddy J, and me everyday
On the streets, taking off, striptease, Bettie Page
This shit's a steady race, many great lines that I can't erase
And I got many great dimes, but I penny chase
Why do I generate lies spitting in your face
Cry about it, you're feeling sidewinded
Jock on my style, I ain't getting nice now
You gon' get it tight, frown, I'ma hit you right now
Threatening your life, I ain't got a gun
But my flow be on the move, you gon' lose, best believe you got to run
Lot of green, lot of funds, got a lot of ones
Dita Von Teese, hitting up the clubs, making all these club hits
And you know we run shit, ain't nobody stopping me
Typical rap lines, bitch, try to ask why
This game's a pigsty, I'm a monstrosity
I'm killing the pussy, you can call me curiosity

[Outro]
(laughter)
Get it? 'Cause like
Curiousity killed
Never mind
You know when I say shit like that, I don't really
I really don't mean it, it's just
It's just raps, just like
Fake male bravado, you know, that kind of thing
Whatever
Fucking forget it