Do it squirt? Do it fart?
Do it queef? Is it art?
Will you be? play the part
U gon eat, im gon dart
Bullseye nut in a ho's eye
they call me Ko Spice
cuz my balls collide
Do you ride? You gon slide?
Late at night, lick my pipe
Not my wife, she my side
Cant decide if im high
Do ya right, Dua-like
Humankind scrutinized
Use my eyes to cruise ur thighs
You and I, super fine
Do you hike? Need a bike?
You gon find where i lie

Party animal
Drank her like Danimal
Licked her (Lector) like Hannibal
This post may be bannable
When I meet the devil, im flammable
I hope we can keep things amicable
I am the inexplicable
Practicing unseen rituals
Givin the rest of the team their residuals
Its never minimal
Not to get technical
But I may bust a testicle
Carrying the lineup to this festival
Gonna need more decimals

If you were stressed with having lesser, family lessons left engrained blame?
Repression messing with your mental meant you couldn’t name names?
Corrupted by some pedo-files, thinking that you can’t be saved, shame;
If being on their hard drive left you staid, we in the same lane,
Opposed to posing, they still put our pictures in their mainframe
And other types of pain are in the same vein,
No winners, only losers and some sinners in this strange game
If your behavior childish was met by the threat of violence,
did that make you tough? That stuff’s enough to turn a man into an island
If you cried for eyes the bluest, or rode like Heather Lewis,
Use truth to write the wrongs of your abuse as proof for private viewing

*sigh

We can’t all be Neph

UH OHHH,- I got to pee
If I don’t find a toilet, Imma use a tree
Pay my water bill almost every hour,
I be pissin so much you could take a shower

Light up a cig, thats all you ever did
Whole squad gettin lit, yea we the s***
The throne is where I sit, Porcelain where u s***

Moses parted the sea, I parted ways with my b****
The rugby Abercrombie & Fitch
Money counter on the fritz
My album was niche
The 808 Lilo & Stitch
Yours was kitsch
So I tossed it in the ditch
All my jits
Said you should call it quits

I get up early and I s***post
This b**** says she needs a spit roast
Can’t hit her G-spot but I get close
That p**** longhair, gotta thick coat

He’s so flauge
I’m sicker than vitriolage
I bring the Drake and put him
In this Moment 4 Life like Nicki Minaj
The new Capone without the tax fraud
Nyeah say, I’m back dawg
Bout to take a seat on the game
And drop a fat log
So pick your poison
Burned alive or death by toy gun
Here, these concrete shoes
Should keep you buoyant

and i float, opps is turds in a toilet
when my d*** burns i oil it
my drip gonna burn its boiling
gettin money what i earn, anointed
every day is another d*** appointment
c***her ointment, b**** flamboyant
growing weed just needs the soiling
big ol d****s she toying

whiskey in the club's rear, call that backshots
tell it to a thug's ear, you dont want this backtalk
glock cock back make a c***walk
body splat what is that? chalk.
all that in a bag of chips aw snap
combat when i fight my opps yea
your career is a bad flop, u not gettin cash brah
might as well call it off, f***in a soccer mom
she ride me like autobahn
its on site like x.com
drinkin mikes i be goin hard
she jus wanna stroke a star
i be playin her, no guitar
she ride me like a f***ing car
ganja take me to mars
im poppin im on the charts
i rob him for Audemar
f*** today we can do it all tomorr'

at the saloon cuz im a goon
tryna nut not in a dude
k i nutted, back to the bars
back of the car, hit it from the back i go far
call the number on the back of the card
now im f***ing with an actress a star
savage w decadence
not average, im excellent
im massive, im intelligent
so grab it, my metaldick
i f*** asses, no taylor swift
i hate her she a major b****
my ex goated she ate my kids
she dont wanna f*** but life aint a b****
kodak spice faded b****
f***ing a famous b****
a*** in anus b****
beat the case cuz they may acquit
in the place where u hatin, b****
im an alien sippin Jameson
she take the d***, paint her t***
lets tape this flick, kodak lit
i know that b**** stroke that d***
with my flow that is so legit
and im open, cat flow liquid
she blowin it, showin it
she provokin it, ocean swim
oh she slim, bro i know that b****
she got an opening like soda did
brew my potion im goin in
an associate of Dobermen
im a dog and i throw a fit

The curriculum some strict s***it feel like the lake is dimictic when the juices mix thick the theme not cryptic till u flip it thrice like triptych the words flow n fit tricks like those slick licks as days pass no more nostalgic picnics fast lane blame games got me sick sick

Pry open a manhole and fall into a floor safe
Step into a portal and walk out of a doorway
I have spent an evening with Jack Torrance in a corn maze
"Hide and Seek Champion" stitched upon my North Face

I read this in Black Thought's voice.

Watch some time fly by like it’s on my wrist
Talk about right? Then why ya like to talk a lot of s***?
Camaraderie on ice, we despise guys who ain’t apart of this
Rocking Ts in all white, clothing supposedly hide sheep from marksman clips
I’m starting to find (fine) dead friends like
catching parking tics
Thinking like asking you to end pretend is some psychotic s***
Guess we bend rules, but asap, you’ll see Rocky hits
Sometimes when I school, forget rhymes A-class, it’s a problem, b****
Stare in mirrors just to break glass,
Openings closing in my oculus

Her p**** reality, no oculus
Tight and wet grip put my cock in this
I'm in my prime, no Optimus
no Amazon but i got the ship
no battling but i shot the jit
little midgets takin over apocalypse
manlets with short legs, they can walk a bit
they aint tall or rich but they can rock your ship
ego pride w a bit of cockiness
u see the bankroll isnt it obvious
got my ex friends just talking s***
jealous as f*** of my accomplishments
they sad and they losers as a consequence
rich decadence with the opulence
she got a BBL with the body kit
she raise my d*** up like an optimist

We like fascists, pure dominance
We like fascists, murder populous
We on acid with these accomplishments
Drive my hot rod, turn to Rodimus
Aim for the basket case, not a miss
Hate to rack a case that’s prominent
Ratchets break, use my body then
Stack and bake, now a economist
Lie to you about being honest, s***
Swat these fly rappers,
Got the b****, they copping s***
Shot a wide clapper,
Chopped by it, they bombed by it
Smack this actor,
Rock with the Smith, Stop this violence, b****

I want every option/
Don’t care what it’s costing me/
If it’s your life, best believe, it ain’t haunting me/
Man f*** everybody, that’s my philosophy/
And f*** the world, I’m gettin mine/
I f***ed that girl, and then she swine/
I won’t keep her just because she fine/
If she think she f*** for free then that b**** not a dime/

I just want financial freedom for all of my demons/
If I want it I cop it as soon as I see it/
Lookin roun, like who’s my Judas? Cause I’m feeling like Jesus/
I can have any b**** that I want, simply because I believe it/
Now do that make me a genius?/

Someone help me think of another bar to go inbtween feelin like Jesus & the next bar pls. Also something else to say besides MAN f*** everybody, or Muthafuck everybody

Lookin roun, like who’s my Judas? Cause I’m feeling like Jesus/
Cant save no hoe, sometimes you just gotta leave it
I can have any b**** that I want, simply because I believe it/

p**** in the pants
p**** in the spanx
p**** to the bank
push me to the edge
get a little head and make her squirt her eggs
jerk off til i feel sore in my legs
i know a w**** who does meth
she like to snort when we s***and then i abort with a wedge
in New York i collect
trading stonks for the checks
big balance i net
im goin off like set
she wanna blow me off im like yes

feeding myself cuz i eated
beating my elf and i skeeted
feeling myself im conceited
she getonkneese she kneeing
beating my meat i defeat it
we've been elite, they retreated

take a hit of the blunt
then i spit on the c***
put my d*** in her butt
yeah im digging her guts
from my tip to my nuts
love exists if its fun
if we split and we done
then im rippin u up
tossin ur s*** in the dump
then im lit off the runtz
head spinning around
mind in Bimini now
doja moo ima cow
spicy food ima chow
it go up like the Dow
she S my P til i howl
i skeet skeet skeet, thats a foul
she got d*** sucking lips on wow
her hips so round, i jus wanna d*** her down
zaza lit & proud
all it is is sound
ganja zips so loud

monday so im in here alone
im hip hop im not post malone
i got b****es all on my phone
when i get drunk i steal a cone
on my own, eat wings to the bone
in my zone, i make b****es moan
watch the tone, watch the throne
she say yay when i pack a J
we in Paris, parties in LA
graduated to getting paid
cash out then i crash out
spicey on the map now