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Catch a couple commas, countin' Washington Obamas

Made a promise to my Mama that I will not finish college

With the knowledge I demolish any rapper any topic

It's a problem, I can't solve it, told a tenny titty pop it

Drop the hoodie like it's hot in here, at least what Nelly call it

It's holocaust with martial bars

An artist?

Nah Martian Marvin

Pardon Mr. Orphan who set arson to the parking lot

Darkness I be barking, like it's New York city furry block

Fuck you all, don't touch me unless it's coochie in dirty spot

No forgiato pussy pop, it's alley-oops

Do she douche it?

Groupies just don't do shit

I be chewing Kali Uchis, in the lucids she abusive

She be Lucy, call me Charlie Brown

Tardy to the party, in attendance, put my darty out

Sentiment like I'm a guest and then proceed to spark in house

Geez

What a meanie

Green codeine gon' bring the scheme freshly off the beanie

You a teeny to a tiny, I'm a tyrant, Mussolini

Please

Call me pastor

Pass this to the bastards who go faster on the hip

Hit disasters on the lip, with thrash mags in the whip

It's fascinating graduating

Masking tape and ass'll save me

Ashley made me actually angry

Fucked my friend, she a ho

Trash ya home and steal the baby

Crazy like that new Mercedes

Bluer paint and jerry red stitched like a Looney Toon

I'm the goonie goon

Hit the doodie doo

It's a pocket rocket

Sike, I can call Mr. Vonnie in Impala is shooting at your mama mama

Chopping beats in the pot like it's pasta sauce

Pass the boss and offer the song, like awesome talk

Watching Blossom on the box like a stereo

Ontario to Jerrico check the Bay Area kid

Ain't no Soundcloud, town proud rapper did it like me

I'm the S H I T

Find me with the beet colored eyes

I'm scared of visine, like peanuts in a Five Guys

Find time to rhyme and I write facts

Fact in the matter, I'm badder than even my bitch

Seem insane but same as Sean Hannity

He got a show and ain't nobody handing me a shiny golden grammy

I'm crazy, so where my camera team?

Hand it to me now, or I will freak out

I swear

It's apparent I'm arrogant

I'm aware and I'm sharing it on ya radio

But save it 'til the case close

Toe to toe wit Luchadores and crucibles

A sciencist not a fighter

Inside her, a die or rider for life

Tri Triple Niner

I ain't even sign her

Huh

I think her voice could be a lil' higher

But the ass is fat, she ask him if he'll have her back

Harass that ass one more time and write it on this track