Hello, I'm Mr. Quacks

Superfluous, stuck between arrogance and nervousness

The food for thought y'all eating is malnourishment

Hip-Hop's a place where you can find a beat to hurdle in

ASAP, but it's rocky if you're plain, I call it turbulence

I pray for enemies, the devil hates it when you urge for this

Send the ops to the door like he doesn't know you're about to murder them with heaven's sake

Wait, let me show you that you're weak, it'll take seven days

Forever lame, tried to catch you at the lounge, but you never came

You okay? How you rich in spirit living broke ways

Mask up, they say, no face equals no case

He says no thanks, 'cause he ain't got the will, he is no banks

Need probate, thin line getting cut, this ain't cocaine, I know things