baeb bang bitch please remeber my name i know u aint forgot it lately been on majin shit drangon ball z eat a nugghas whole click shit a nugghas whole click please relize who u fucking with will euipt something like a pimp sink a bitchs battleship i read ahead attention to detail like my professor showing me skimatics in a class by my lonesome with my gpa 4.0 runing plays solo on secret like only god knows low keyy askk my jesus i need some advice things get sicker the higher i go in a s class ask the aunholyiest ghost to protect me as i go running tests like a cyborg recylceing garbage so i can float its the kidd witt the most but i rarley have to boost i know u see this chain on my throat and this linen i wear like the finest skin i took from the goat plus a free lunch to go is my just deserts telling my foes its time to go truthly i give no fucks in side the benz in which i coast and i toke laugh and joke doing fat lines of coke with a quick hoe that wants to make a few bucks quicker yeah bitch im the liquir were u think u got that spirit from truth in the booth on location people screaming there a lion loose yeah bitch i aint loosing no teeth eat a whimpy burger i aint losing no sleep like popeye fast is my spanich i stay on hercules aint to many fucking with me or my mcc 1 & 2 on my auto just ask my forgien running blocks with playbooks like u never seen me cook sauce boss jr well endowned to whip it up till u lick it up zero fucks what luck on the dumbstruck lkke u know who i am same guy as yesterday baby thought u popped me right yelking sike as ur crying yikes guess who became eddible 3 course meal or a kitchen aid as seen on tv infomericail better call ghostbusters all the zombies i got rising out of thin air on my airfryer get a dose of the microwaves on my best frequency yet thought 5g was bad wait till u put me to in ur head lose composer never measer up not a single inch as i take ur raduis and raise the sum of our wasier low down on my aka lowkey everyone trying to mario cart me not easy with my dna on E.T. lost in the movie been trying to phone home in a dark grey hoodie pushing lyrics that formulated in a beaker not made for human consumption so much profit the gang nicknamee jesus blowing euros on one bet with mattress mack just watch us win as i ride with the astros and the rockets