I ain't gonna be too many suckers, and furthermore, I think you better check your mitts. Jake, come on, baby. Let's cut this place loose. Uh, Zomp, you better get the fuck out of here and take your bitches with you, especially Ugg Mug here. Wait, come on. Yeah, yeah, come on. Come on! Come on! The hybrid, smokin' up up higher, that get you niggas bronchitis. What you write is on vagina, what I write is wall of china. Nigga, that's great, like eights of grape apes gettin' stuffed in my suitcase. Ready to hit the studio and shit all on your mixtape. No, literally, shit all on your mixtape. Wipe with the critics, leave stains on the jewel case, and just tilt taste to help the bootha get silk-laid. You're hiding something like a toupee. Truthfully, my friend, touche. You gon' get exposed like a up-and-coming model, and to me, your label seems like one of them pageant mamas. So guess who's the little bitch? That's you. You must suck a lot of dick. That's true. Ain't minstrels with issues and pistols. Mine racin' like bistro, heart of igloo. My nigga, you ain't been what I been throwin'. If so, you would take a pencil to your temple. Cause I done served fiends on a minstrel. Ain't even had pads, stuffed they panties with tissue. Hit the ab cause they mouth ain't bleedin'. And your style like fried chicken without seasoning. Nigga, that's bland. Fuck you up in your mans. I smack it like a bitch. Nigga, that's open hand. Fuck you and your tough talk. When I monopolize, I throw your ass off the boardwalk. Fag, you ain't play sports, but always at the ballpark. Type of nigga rockin' Crocs at the fuckin' Walmart. Drunk like Starwalk, ridin' in a vane car. Get flicked, guess what? I ain't runnin' from this vane car. I know a nigga dirty and got the hammer. But this kush got me high like pot bandana. I'm a smart nigga that do dumb shit. And your baby mama gray, I'm not flushing after I piss. I'm Ferris Bueller with Frank Muller. Your blank shoulders on steak holders. I'm in a robot stuffin' wine cola. Mine roll up, sorta like hypnotism. That's why these white bitches wanna get with him. I smack it, flip it, like Mike Bevis. But to me, you're flows like Ronnie DeVos. My house got towels and expensive high heels. Your hotel's a fuck, beauty supply sandals. Handle any situation. I smoke blunts to the face to stay motivated. Irritated when I'm not sedated. Fuck her face like I was obligated. You're still fuckin' with them freak hoes. Thank pussy, smellin' like cool ranch Doritos.