[intro, cocky and hype, crowd buzzing] you don't want none, son my cartoon is graze-uhn cereal box on yo ass, you call, i raise-uhn [beat drops, 1 bar] [verse 1, smirking, aggressive, in his face, riding the beat hard] you don't want a round two dih-mock, we're in public you love it you cant get enuff [punchline, blended into one word, SIT barked like a command] of wit-SIT! [verse 1, back on the beat, relentless] he sits here talking jibba jabba you walk to the beach lookin for a river rafter you lost aint no boss gonna save you need a real ball like it will shape you you aint smooth micro writing make you, you light up with brain juice ya brain loose [short instrumental break, 2 bars] [verse 2, cocky, clowning him, crowd laughing, energy building] grab a wrench and a scalpel then enter your name in the flat earf raffle for local businesses oh you business-less? (ha!) sorry i can't help ya welp yeah, there he goes about a one ball map gettin overlapped stuck at the start without a map like treesap just sittin there doin nothin no ball nave? what you smoke, i want a puffin put the map in your diary [beat cuts out] [quiet, stunned, hurt disbelief, almost a whisper] you lie to me? [dead silence, 1 bar, the betrayal sinking in] [verse 3, a cappella, voice trembling, disbelief turning to rage] you say there's no globe, a map for your eye to see [beat slams back in hard] [screamed, betrayed, voice breaking with raw fury] you lied to me! [smirk gone, cold, vicious, relentless] i told you, don't break freemason code you gotta lighten your load or the ladies snicker about your chode [crowd erupts "OHHH"] it aint so flowed, excuse me dih-mock take this offline, you weak physical can't be this week you ain't prepared doc tells you to turn your head and cough, you scared but it's okay you relay to him you tried to [short instrumental break, 2 bars] [hook, vicious taunting chant, crowd chanting along] find a ball map but cleverly, you were lied to it's beside you just grabe the globe turn it upside down beside your ear lobe you'll see the curve [verse 4, vicious, tempo climbing] don't do it in traffic because you swerve and fly off, the flat road to the horizon your map can't even map my horizontal eye zone [double time, rapid fire, no breaths] but DIRTH daddy is here to pick up the missin pieces you gargle that salt water while i'm eatin reeses pieces it's over, kiss the flat map goodbye now if she calls just tuck your eyebrow your flat lady, bruh, she's with a new guy now [beat cuts out, dead silence] damn [mic drop sound effect] [end]
