Slidin BoTD

beat of the day 9/26/26 mustaches and bicycles the way I can handle bars and the way I slay the beat of the day they say that I be Santa Clause sliding down the chimney to beat up all you amateurs and every one of my elves is a well trained forensic janitor. clean up on aisle 5 I think we're going to need the manager it never goes 10 rounds but if it does I got the stamina expanding my parameters from Africa to Canada I'm taking over countries from Poland back down to Panama and that just ain't enough I want the planets in the stars, ima take Uranus while I bend you over Mars I'm sorry that my brain is super strange and so bizarre but if I get a grip ill pop your lid like it's a mason jar bloody lips and broken jaws don't f*** with me unspoken laws I swear that I deserve applause but went and pulled the shortest straw I could never find a good hook that's why Santa brought his claws I've been cooking on this track but all the s*** I spit is raw your lord is gone naw thats soundin sort of strong. I'm just working on a song while I'm loading up this bong. how could I go wrong, well for starters I don't smoke weed. the music makes me so high I feel like there is no need. in a class of drug addicted rappers I'm a be my own breed. authentic and original ain't nobody out there that can clone me. but your s*** is sounding fake, fictional, and kind of phony. so is Oscar Meyers with their hot dogs and bologna so you all can f****** blow me, like a bag full of balloons. I'm bringing way more magic than the cottons on your spoon. you Haggard old buffoon you stupid junky goon. did I forget to mention that the cops are coming soon. from Neptune out to Venus with the IQ of a genius and 100,000 women all ridin on my penis I'll be rhyming like the meanest in a pack full of hyenas. well I'm packing out arenas with beautiful ballerinas and stacking up my lyrics like the pyramids and Giza. that's a million blocks of limestone maybe I should take a breather before I have a seizure and end up with amnesia or maybe I'll just keep on spitting until I finally get that feature. I'll be filling up the bleachers till they overflow or fall down. I'm A need bigger venue cuz I just sold out a small town. what you bringing to the table? what I'm bringing you is all sound. I can't get off the phone every record label calls now. I'm going to turn them all down and produce these songs myself get your hands out of my pocket you ain't grabbing at my wealth I'm a cut off all your fingers if you do not take them out and force feed them right back to you shove them all into your mouth its not what I'm about but I'ma do it if I have to. oh what's the matter why you f****** with the hatter hanging high up in the rafters after climbing up the ladder just to toss down all his teacups and watch the way they shatter his mind's mixed up like batter from the days that he got baked so when it comes to rhyming that shits easier than cake. he's been spitting so much spit he flooded out a dozen lake so if you living in a laketown you best pray your damn don't break