Coming through with the Kool-Aid, writing rhymes, playing Russian roulette, looking indiscriminate. Every bar incremental, shaping the best, perfect 4/4, stretching the beat. My writing elite, take you to the barber, no haircut, just pay, cutting the check. I’m the U.S. government, welcome to discovery, indictment, indicatory, no discretion. I’m not stressing, bro. Flow’s laid back, don’t get paid to rap, just wrap it and tap it, so Caucasian. Bite the flow from Cal Scruby, goddamn right. Now wrong, you biting Tao, Leozo, Golden, BSP, only seven digits. I stay with your girl’s number. cadence irritating, Third World, Easy Mac. No Cal, but you stay Scruby, making microwaves. I’m posturing all about the spaghetti. lyrics undecided, of course your flow’s unsigned, you borrow from everybody, edamame. just salty, revolting, lyrics below me, nothing technical. Eiffel towering, no, it’s dominoes, I got all tens. Dialectic-ing dielectric, you can’t connect the flow. I mean electrical, asthmatic, got you and your girl out of breath, absent the magic, abracadabra. Your bitch I’m grabbing, yea, ill make you disappear while you keep gasping for air, yea make you modest mouse, float on Keep your girl Catholic, the way I got her speaking in tongues. I mean their words, like their tongue, they stay twisted, tongue-tipping, it mind swirled. I mean that’s the only way they can wrap around my head. Beating that pussy up, Bobby Brown, cocaine monopoly, Whitney Houston. Lyrics banked, stay chasing ’em down, diversifying bonds. Your next icon desktoped in the Lamborghini Autobahn. On the Star Trek shit, I’m the Wrath of Khan. Weed so potent, straight out a pharaoh’s tomb. Got purity that don’t exist, borderline Tech N9ne. Machine-gun these lyrics now, pissing on these hoes I’m the other Kelly. Make them bite their tongue like Mike Jones, 281-330-8004. Papa-ducking ’em and fucking them, bouncing out, drinking and diving. Hit up the jewelry store, Paul Wall, diamonds everywhere, grilling ’em down. Forfeiting their doubts, cut ’em up deep in their guts at the intersection. It’s just life, and I’m here calling collect. Think you’re on top when you’re the next to go down.
