Never is freestyle

​Catch me with my pants off, smoking darts, I've been hitting bullseyes from the start, Ever since I've been playing Mario Kart, Till 64 years old, I'm gonna get this party to start, I'm coming at this shit with all of my heart. ​Not invested in security like Paul Blart, They'd be selling you insecurities on Hallmark, I'm in my Optimist Prime playing my part, Dutch oven the whole game with a big ass fart. ​Got husbands, wives turning into a mistress. My dick accurately punches her senses. Let me spell it out for you—my D-I-C-K is not to be messed with. My whole temple is a blessing. ​Your ex is a part of my nexus that I have sex with, Be stirring shit up like some Nesquik. Go ahead and give me your bestest, Seize up this microphone and arrest it. ​Get a clue and guess it, I'll blow my own brains out before I confess it, Try to redirect shit, Like my brain be bouncing off the wall during breakfast, Probably has to do with all these hexes that my exes put on me when we were nesting. ​That time we were watching West Wing, I was naive thinking it was the best thing, But that was just window dressing, Got me sitting there confessing, Second guessing, Mind's arresting, Got my mind all primed up sexting, But it was my mind she was molesting. I was never her varsity, only the second string. ​But fuck the mind control, Truth be told, I could take over all these hoes, put them in a row, Slap them all at once while I spin around like a globe. Give each one of them the cold shoulder like they don't even know. Arms stretch wide for a hug, but they get the blow. I ain't talking about the one you stick up your nose, I'm talking about this pimp slap that you chose. You ain't the bitch from Titanic, I'm not going to give you a rose. Also, I'd kick you off that door and make you drown in the cold. Problems done. Gold digger's dead and now I can grow old, Without some sucky succubus bitch always trying to say what's so. ​Catch me with my pants off, smoking darts, Hitting bullseyes right from the start, Ever since I've been playing Mario Kart, Till I'm 64 years old, gonna get this party to start, Coming at this shit with all of my heart. ​Not invested in security like Paul Blart, They be selling you insecurities on Hallmark, I'm in my Optimist Prime playing my part, Dutch oven the whole game with a big ass fart. ​Got husbands and wives turning into a mistress, My dick accurately punches her senses, Let me spell it out—my D-I-C-K is not to be messed with, My whole temple is a blessing. ​Your ex is a part of my nexus that I have sex with, Stirring shit up like some Nesquik, Go ahead and give me your bestest, Seize up this microphone and arrest it. ​Get a clue and just guess it, I'll blow my own brains out before I confess it, Trying to redirect shit, Like my brain bouncing off the wall during breakfast, Probably all of these hexes my exes put on me when we were nesting. ​That time we were watching West Wing, I was naive thinking it was the best thing, Turns out it was just window dressing, Got me sitting there confessing, Second guessing, Mind arresting, All primed up and sexting, While it was my mind she was molesting, Never her varsity, only the second string. ​So fuck the mind control, Truth be told, I could take over all these hoes, put them in a row, Slap them all at once while I spin around like a globe, Give each the cold shoulder like they don't even know, Arms wide for a hug, but they catching the blow— Not the kind that you stick up your nose, Just this pimp-slap path that you chose. You ain't the bitch from Titanic, you ain't getting a rose, I'd kick you right off that door and let you freeze in the cold. Problems done. Gold digger's dead, now I can grow old, Without some sucky succubus bitch always telling me what's so.