[Verse 1] With no specifics
The Midwest most prolific
Checking out the scene with a gangsta lean I hold the biscuit
No controlling a misfit
I have no soul but if I did it’d be a soul of mischief
Kid, go quote the istics
Open for business with broken equipment
The promotion is endless but you’re just dropping bullshit with no consistence
Fat flip phone holding digits
Got a bogus vision and I don’t carry myself by a code of ethics
Code of chrome in my hammer pants and I’m sagging
I’m zagging
Harder than a Radio Flyer wagon
Hanging with Spanish girls and Puerto Ricans
With rubber mini-dresses on and red rubber ball for the gagging
I’m repping Pizza Click like an assassin
I’m a beast with the cannon sorta like Da Vinci bitch feast or famine
Strapped with the Jason mask blowing blunts
You see the smoke coming out of the holes
I’m bout to go to lunch

[Hook] Can you handle the weight of my brain
Ohhhh [x4] Oh!

[Verse 2] I’m dipping in the lear
I’m switching gears
I’m the head magician here and I can make your clothing disappear
Even better this year
Tune into my channel it isn’t clear
I used to sip beer but now it’s just Belvedere
Subzero fridge
When I die bury me and my belongings in a giant diamond pyramid
I document music like earwind shoots it
I used to get it in on South forth in Kentucky but the spot was hot
Spent all my time kicking it at the faloffle shop
Writing rhymes Summer of 10’ was an interesting time
Not past the prime
Backing it Zagging it harder than a damn briznick
And I’m on the [?] let’s have a picnic
As far as rap
I’m bout to rip it like 90X Scribble Jam [?] on you bitches
I got that
Super duty tough work
Fuck that
I got juicy booty Buffy twerking so hard that it make my stuff hurt

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