Brashed It

Yo, Flory, turn me up You know, who it is it's The B.I.S.C.I.T at the age of one, I realized I was the one out here having fun, being a Man Whore, doing the door dash before it came app soaking up the sun, getting my tan on, out by the infinity pool ladies do the breast stroke, on my gun, stunting on these fools, like Big Pun haters on the run, crying to their moms nina twins locked away in the safe, but I won't hesitate, put a lame ass fool in their place fools today, represent the trenches, believe a lot of you fools, be some snitches B.I.S.C.I.T Walk, up to the mic, Wobble-Wobble Razzle-Dazzle, It's my time to levitate watch me hover in the booth, sipping on that M.J. milk drop the fucking nuke, gonna make you fools, fucking puke Lick my fucking tant I'm climbing Jacob's ladder wrist made of blue matter grandma whipping up some batter moms do the Wisconsin badger on my grammar trap house is getting fatter step outside to release my bladder little blue aliens, surround me like actor autograph, millions of life forms, across the galaxy, haters stand at the corner, listen to their scanners there's no reason to stress, Ice on my wrist, and I'm gonna be the best blueberry candy paint, U.F.O spearmint twins, had me flying V.I.P. back to Amsterdam roll back the butterfly's doors, like a can of sardines triple stitch, designer clothes, straight out of Rome I'm not internationally known I'm Global Wide known It's The B.I.S.C.I.T