i guess im fightin now somebody hold my glasses
dummy thicc like cold molasses
obelisk dick straight pollin the masses
quinnipiac cause the poll so massive
birth of the clinic he ask is foucault a classic
they just call me the doctor said i could forgo the classes
act like they want me to go noname on they asses
i murdered the game already so close the caskets
don’t deadname them that ones older than cassius
why the hate fam facebook or 8chan trollin the fascists
im shook on the looks that got sold off them lashes
dont you ever die holdin them smashes
my special bars get swole off those dashes
fuckin on cars snorting old friends ashes
i may never know what its like to let go of this passion
hold up wait the mic is too cold imma have to pass it

everybody act like they missed the plot
im out here just trying to get my wrists to pop
woke up from a dream where i kicked a cop
its just that my fits just the most fit to cop
don’t need to mention all the hits i got
more flows than mesopotamia had ziggurats
im unorthodox as unordered socks my rhythms reminiscent of discordant knocks
plus this right here is where the border stops
ultimate price how can we afford to not
tell me whats a rollie if not a boring watch
why your shit such a god damned bore to watch?
when i say i do it for the streets i mean i do it for the blocks
got more gold bars than were housed in fort knox
spit so sick got your stomach forming knots
like you grabbed the hennesey and downed like forty shots
getting bob from yr girl she look like courtney cox
it was 91 my momma told me we cant afford reeboks
you j-roc with an even more poor beet box
sweatshirt like earl grey tea you better pour me hot
get under your skin like ive been forming spots
you don’t get to tell me when the mourning stops
lake michigan has got all the best morning spots
come back to the future like i been restoring clocks
cunilonimbus i am forever storming box
chamberlain or wayne gretzky because i just be scoring lots
tell your boyfriend to stop sending me so many forget me nots
serving up treats so sweet on beats that'll make you swear their laced with pot
miles o’brien in the engine room im telling you she’s giving it all she gots
hold up let me sew my lips together give you fuck rappers a sporting shot