my d*** seven and a half inches
cruise to the spot s*** mad tinted
good stunt after work hit mad different
might fight in the club like Brad's in it

s***'s tough going hard like everyday
keep it calm go on my merry way
i'm running this s*** i'm Barry A
Need an Iris West or a Mary Jane
The black versions

Niggas trash I'm mad certain
I can carry the game, my back hurting
I'm real edgy, I'm the black Burton
I be reading b****es like the black burton

Just gonna post the 16

Ain't got the time to fall behind with your demise
Comet in the sky pry a primate from his spine
The kind of light work that dilates your eyes
Stay up in your spotlight but hideaway from mine

You can't say it with your chest then backspace
A penny for your thoughts called ad-space
More so-called rappers in hip-hop's last days
The final countdown, your called off "rap phase"

One time, let me switch it to Def Con
The industry deaf and the product is stepped on
Con men but I don't mean Ben, Gunn
Lyor, liar, my truth ain't your hedge fund

Your record exec, but my record exacts
You traffic in hearsay, I stick to the facts
No I can't hug it out, let's settle the mats
My art on the canvas, your life on your back

too legit too legit, b**** i'm ballin in this b****
mess with mine getting popped alec baldwin in this b****
i got dawgs moving rocks, they mancala in this b****
I got broads ain't wanna talk, they gon holla when i'm rich

yeah i'm on a roll, touch it and it goes, yeah yeah yeah
if you in my way, heads is finna roll, yeah yeah yeahs

my brudda onna roll like tp
on my grind no days off yall is pt
im addicted to fraud ya i need cc’s
just made another play hit up saks buy more gg

Yeahhhh
F***in on a bad ho
Never chase tho get a bag bro
Amiri sag low, old hag blowed
Big gas blow so I lag slow
Ask a ho I’m not no average joe
I got racks to blow, stacks of dough
Recession? Im last to know
It’s no money? I have to go
It’s no b****es? Where they at tho
I’m bout my money my cash flow
My jewelry came with a tad glow
Tomfoolery on the dashboard
Drivin it like a crash course
Mileage goin back n forth
Make my way back to the porch
I’m somewhat of a backwards sorts
My d*** size? Ask a w****
Sorry if this half’s a bore
But my money longer than the Africa shore
My tummy hungry, I have to get more
Styrofoam, a knack for the pour
Glock fist pump like the cast of jersey shore
Unc 61, smokin crack since 34
He should try out for the Jets cuz I think his ass can throw

two toes down on a tightrope
frost bit the rest...no hope
Of a nest to rest and restore
Only dirty rags in store

Sick, teetering on the edge of no more
Low, mud in my hair, dirty feet on the floor
No capital again? chains and captors roar
Negotiations ignore...all I want is to soar

I need some ears, no black market
Just in the market for some peers
Cause how can anyone hear
If they don't have a horizon full of death seers

Is it death now or deaf first
Cause I think I'm talking but it's still thirst
I see MFs talking...they just calling the hearse?
Please let me get an origin where I'm doing more than skating a curse

You funny as hell

Need to see the word 'tomfoolery' in more verses

Lyor, liar, my truth ain't your hedge fund

🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶

def might repurpose some of the lines in here, will credit ya ktt @ name in the credits. if you change ya name, that’s on you

@Waterloooo

From the bottom that pond scum is stained glass
Fool's gold, sniff the magic dust out an HVAC
I'm full of blood like Hieronymus paint cans
You're no different like Never and Graceland

my handstyle king everything you write is toy
my pockets on lizzo your pockets coi leroy

I pull up looking like puerto rican michael cera

My clip got an extra round for all you mamañemas

You boys washed; How am I this clean?
I got bars out the shower and they're Irish Spring

Tuck my Glick in my belt like a dress shirt
COPD, s***ll make ur chest hurt
I ain’t on no thank you maams and yessirs
You wanna come to saint Pete come to me and check first

the star next to my name is metaphorical
my future in the stars like a cock in your ass
i’m spittin again no british war plane
and your mom suck on this d*** like it’s a war ay
make a thousand bucks playin the charts
meanwhile your ass at home doing less than my arm during the latest edging session
i been ready to c***bitch open your legs
between you and me there’s way too less s***
come ride this d*** i swear im rich
f*** i lied can u pay this time?

I gotta read up tomorrow

im on the same d**** as bam margera
p**** boy try me i dare ya

Replace p**** boy with jackass