Shooters in the subway like Bernhard Goetz, but sherm is hard as it gets,
f***ing with it means you’re bound to get wet (and yet!)
From my arrival was a survival type; elucid-ate lines, spinning them spiral-like
epigraph writer, my quotes tighter, precede the chapter
Old Yeller, I put your dawg to pasture
Epitaph proceeding after, like Tearz from laughter

deck the halls with balls of jolly
get my balls in the walls of her jaw meat
we take all of the molly, we some sauced geeks
Let's go to Saudi, might buy me an Audi
f*** the maintenance, u my target and i'm aiming in
Intervention sniper you gon take a hit
if she say no u cant make a b****
when she say yes she gon take the d***
she open like door, but can she handle it
she said bae i been saving it for the day u hit
u dont gotta lie to kick it my women
just suck the d*** it's delicious
give it a kiss with your lipstick
i get the rizz from my d***print
she's drinking kids, a whole village
your bank on mini,
i turn her out like Timmy
get loose get silly
25 inches on my willy

The longevity of an odd medley
can pay your costs steadily
One hit wonder? Wonder if they'll run out of money readily
Or will they move serious weight like Fetty be
Bus a nut, that's heredity
Mo money the remedy
When u no longer a celebrity,
how the f*** they gon let him eat?
Your iconicness a distant memory
You're washed up, in your 70s
thinking about your former enemies
drinking hennessy intensively with your friendlys
No regrets of the method he set up the m's, green he proceeds
To be or not to be
Kodak s-p-i-c-e up in your v-a-g
takin over ur city
Back in the day u was litty
now u more p**** than a kitty

I’m at the park feeding geese with a henny tummy ache

Snake the namesake, extra s’s when I articulate

I got a sshooter that look like Ellen, the other Justin Timberlake

Can’t elaborate, best I can do is illustrate

While you hesitate, we overtake &paint the city red!

Feet kicked up, drunk off W’s
Parkside feedin seagulls bread

yuh, paint the town red
you may go down dead
when i aim around head
i dont play about death
doja play about the meth
nicki say she love the percs
she stuff em in her purse
on ig she go berzerk
diss cardi please do a verse
we beggin for u to work
its been 6 years with no diss
i dont get it, will u miss?
BIGFOOT was horrendous, i suspect it's the methods of ingesting that messed things i reckon
but i love Onika
im a Barb, go figure
Nicki M a whole diva
should get rid of the ol' beater
its a bad look for yo career
he aint even known here
idc wtf @mac45 says
five star general, he gotta be smoking meth
this dude a rapist w a knife holding flesh
honestly people like that should get rolled to death
on my Suge Knight s*** i patrol the deck
might hold u over the balcony, full control of strength
sign the damn contract, you get faux percent
in the p**** on my orca s***,
ima sword her fish
baby ima pour it in then we abort the kid
then we snort a brick,
got me shortened d***
shoulda did the molly instead
paint the town prolly big red
whole lotta red, was it obvious then?

1987 Beastie Boys voice

The (realest!), the (flyest!), we’re shutting down (Vitus!)
My fist & a jive turkey’s face are colliding!
(The Meadows!), (The Monarch!), we’re back and forth racing
I can sneak you into Elsewhere but you gotta be (patient!)
I heard you scored these roxys from the back of Trans-Pecos,
(Ayo between you and me dawg - I wouldn’t take those)

the most provocative confident opulent nonfraudulent body kit on my chocolate whip
eyes locked on it, thots wanna hop in it
whats the option, b****, u gonna glob my cock and spit?
swallow all of it, hawk tuah when u toss the drip
dont forget my balls and d***, now you done accomplished it
now as a consequence, i'm lobbying for a scholarship
cuz the head is a compliment of knowledges of giving cocks some licks
i'm the problem jit, always catch me talkin s***
might have to chop a opp quick, take off in my rocket
aw s***, now they dont got it they lost it
im saucin in Austin, she bought me a college
my stock hit im on it
the ominous obvious drama ticks
people do a lotta switching on a jit
who u trust is on the top of list
like who u really rockin wit
young spice put a sock in it
aint got no time for no politics

somewhere in east virginia
sushi is what i eat for dinner
uber got me with the deeper savings
you know the food good when an eater made it
she griffin on my peter painting
proceed the seed, that's skeeter basics
for each december, the beast is slaying
we're conditioned to sweet awakening
superstitous with the threes way it is

im in DC feelin presidential
reflecting pond got me on my existential
meditating back to my essentials
rip to george washington
he stood on business, he was an honored jit
rip to abraham lincoln
i wonder what he was drinking
i'm like john wilkes in this booth
the way i'm killing my vision
travel life in my youth
thats just how im living
life is f***ing terrific
wit the finessin im gifted
spiritually i am lifted
my cannon balls she sifted
all these cops suspicious
i'm at the capitol raising capital
white people dont eat juh-lappenos
spice is nice if you have to know
f*** ur b**** now u had a hoe

The suckas! (the losers!) the fakes! (the phonies!)
I shot em in the back like (Luigi Mangione!)
I am (the boss!) and you’re just a crony,
Does your girl like Deftones? (Cuz she rode the White Pony!!)

A rose from concrete, they’ll label you a industry plant
I rose from that concrete, and then I stuck the plant
Everything I does, they can’t
I go off like Yeezy rants
When he’s yappin bout his stance
High off that Lance Vance
Bumping Biggie One More Chance
In the queue? After The Dance
After that? Ballad Of France
South of France, shop for pants
I put that smoke in the air like her hands
When her favorite song comes on in the club
When I walk over to her I don’t flub
She might got some blub, but I still wanna rub
Take her back to the hub and score the dub
Crash out in her like my name was Chicxulub

Crashin out like I aint got insurance
I'm blastin' loud while she jerk it and slurp it
then i was swervin & skrrtin,
hit the median, like a deviant
the car teetering, it's late evening
she swallow semen a human being
she did it on purpose for certain
f*** her in the church n she squirtin
p**** smell good thats her purrfume
i fall in her opian that's her tube
Crash out harder than Paul Walker
Tell her ima baller then throw her in a dumpster
i dont give a f*** about a f***er
tell your mother i love her
smother her with my butter sir
i'm unperturbed
you're undermined
i'm undecided eating Aunt Jemima
gettin wet vagina when i splash inside her
she like that dixon cider, when my d***'s inside her
it's a d*** insider, poker face thats a d***-in-eyeser
her brain my d*** advisor
i go soft and she my d*** reviver
she a d*** survivor
gave her d*** in Islesworth
cuz my d*** is a mile long
longer than my bong
i go off like a time bomb
she addicted to this spice cock

jeffersonian pack,
getting stoned in the smithsonian dont even cap
you're knowing this isn't rap,
microphone cant hold me back
and she throwing it back, knowing im going for the boning in her ass
have i spoken on the grass?
yeah i'm smokin on that bag
she bring the doja and the cat
cant hold my composure when i dab
coughin throwin phones all off the map
i've stolen from my past
as chosen for the task
lessons going after class
my brain floating on demand
abraham got domed in the cap'
with no phone up in his sack
you're unknown and going bad
so let's just go and blow a bag
get u a ho for u to poke
she dont choke it she just throat
u a joke so lets find some hope
i said lets go like

the boss who dont take a loss
gotta stay sauced, keep my brain on top
thats my head on mind, flashing lights like Dwele with spice
i dwell at night, ill-well advised,
i check the sky, is the moon still there?
do the goon go bare?
im flyer than OHare
nowhere u can find me sober
woa dere i do it big
u lost cuz u shoot a kid
u dumb u a stupid jit
im the chief yes i'm the beast
unleash all on these beats
you meet up with my meat
and eat like its the last meal
this is life how is it real

Of course I mourn the deformed
They in my war, born to conform
Distort the snare here, yeah, you warned
Arsenal of talk, armed for more
Martyr-ble, chalk-art my scores
Beats eaten raw like a carnivore
Knock your b**** ass out like chloroform
Rock this s***, you mad now, born for gore
F*** you, this s*** ain’t clean like a chore
I come in with the beam, like Scotty’s up
I chop him from the glean of my shotty, bruh
F*** up your spleen, you gotta duck
Cause I be off the lean, the way my eyelids tuck
I got arthritis of the nuts, the way my spinal stuck
Archivists want my dreams, I’mma mindful f***
And I don’t got time to be neat, but my diamonds cuffed

I’m lying to your girl that I studied at Pratt
Midtown smash-and-grab with the baseball bat!
Stealing condoms and deodorant, at the Duane Reade
Getting hassled on the subway cuz they thought I was a fiend
I thought that was mean, I don’t like the assumption
(I’m more Ginuwine than Elgin Lumpkin!)

Rappers these days lack testosterone
You already know what kinda time I’m on
Trap phone ringing, call it vibraphone
Mediterranean money, gettin phyllo dough
Getting tater, stay chasing paper
The paper chaser stays playing Cal Tjader
Tortoiseshell buffs built to block haters
Pedicured feet wrapped in tightly wound gator
Ah no wait! These are the gharials (Sorry)
When it comes to fine leather it’s too many variables
A walking lick, I’ll never get a proper burial
But at least I got courage like Eustace and Muriel

Need a genius annotation for “I got arthritis of the nuts the way my spinal stuck”

It’s just me, this coconut and both my nuts
Been lost at sea for the most of months
It’s noon and I could really go for lunch
Telling myself jokes and puns
Skin burnt to toast from the sun
Saltwater tastes like burnt toast to the tongue
Life before the island, did I even have one
Running out of material, now I’m telling bad puns
I need to bury myself in the sand, I’ve had mad sun
………It’s been nice……..yeah I had fun

On accounts of the ounces and pounds,
Somewhere around town, it's goin down
Hombre my hounds; loud barking sounds
She climb on my mound
The spices surround
Like an Isis amount
feel like ur life is in doubt
because like why is it now
getting striked from the clouds
by design you're in town
in my mind you're a clown
f*** that s*** that car-dependent infrastructure
my d*** is arm-dependent fist-a-fucker
feels like Armageddon exists in thunder
i took the Charlotte exit, and i wish and wonder
it's a loss, pathetic, how they miss this blunder?
She a sargeant, get it, i'm a kiss & cummer
you look like a broad on Reddit, it get lit in summer
Kodak spice the jit who f*** her

My d*** is arm dependent fist a f***er

Then it hit me; oh god, James Brown’s expectant laugh
you knew it was funky the whole time never found the respect to ask
if it was good to me
(is it good to you, if it was good to me?)
Made me wanna take it to the bridge and jump off, splash
Bodies hit the water like concrete going that fast!

You can't flip the statistics, i'm addicted to the rhythm
Christmas wishes, i get lit on my gift list
I lick c*** it's delicious
Independent i dont really spend it, i jus whip it
Cookies in the kitchen, p**** in my vision
she bushy iain trippin
i push my P in the divot
im finna leave in a minute
but it was Eve now it's christmas
dont eat the pee that was frigid
im talkin yellow snow
you see me, B i'm different
put me weewee in her kidney out in Sydney
she not Sweeney, but she easy
got no reasyn to be tweakin
but here she is off the weed pen
its just thc 10, how u fall off the deep end?
f*** it take 'em to recess
monkey bars goin bananas i spit that apeshit
who is chimp1 idk but i go baboon
she got a kodak spice tattoo
i hit it in the backrooms
i gotta use the bathroom
but before i try poo
heres what the f*** i might do