(You think you could try like... multiply the decibles like go quicker and sound louder but keep the same typa way? uhhh, I mean I could try..) (do da do da, do da do da, do da do da) whether the weather is whatever, wearing a brown sweater a little indebted acting like a masterpiece. (bougie ass bitch) pack like a packet and rap like a rapper wrapping the box of the thoughts of mine to you yapper, tap out why dont you wanna tap out. im a fucking evil genius let me get psychotic in a minute, you have finite amount of time to understand this rhyme before cyanide is implanted in your esophagus alright. (alright) nah not alright you planted little seeds to grow into a heap of troubles at a later stage. you tryna fend their problems when you cant fend your own, you aint a good person you a numb nut with owning to be accountable for.
