The Park Lyrics

Enter the dragon, the Bruce Lee of rappin' got tired of naggin', the south we be snappin

Bring all the bags in, the fitteds be cappin' shorty be gaggin', on her contraption

Youngins be saggin', their pants then get dappin' I don't be braggin', these hands get to clappin

Wi-Fi be laggin', you're askin' what happened you can't be taggin', the people you're tappin

The gas leakin' through the wildfire massive inferno, everybody be a liar

Can't trust people, even if it's through the wire Kanye out the accident, Michael Myers

Halloween with a different sample every time pocket monsters when they mimic you like Mr. Mime

It's a triple homicide when committing crimes producer, artist, engineer, sour with the lime

This or it's that? It's either this or it's that?

This or is that? And if not, you're shit's whack

All the morgues start to fill up to capacity wanna be a rebel, need to have the audacity

Mixed in with tenacity, bars is back just like the rapper Cassidy

Not exactly sure where I'm goin' with this verse rap game's in the ICU, I'll call a nurse

Trash music needs to stay away or make it worse real rap makin' sure we don't go reverse

You hear that bassline? Yeah, I made that the boom bap has returned back to the 8-track

'89 Honda Civic, music no Maybach y'all are writin' garbage, so go and erase that

A straitjacket couldn't contain this crazy flow what makes you think that you'll hear this on the radio

Cocaine fire got me doper than hell questioning the machine as a ghost in the shell

This or it's that? It's either this or it's that?

This or is that? And if not, you're shit's whack

Yeah, Young Deshi

I made the beat, and I mixed and mastered it too

Y'all are trash