It feels like I'm a Sous chef in the rap kitchen cooking now all you mumble rappers are like a martinis shooken ..wow.. I see you're in a blaze and I really fuckin don't know how but I know it'll be ok cause soon yall will smolder out so be worried run and scream cause I'm the sleeping bear you've been poking ..Ow!.. best believe I play no games tho just my hollow tip can take them out all you fucking lames and if you didn't know I'm spitting gas now so hand me some matches cause I'll make sure you fucking never flame out, I placed a stake and made my claim, b4 I die I will see Fame these other rappers are so lame so like the Clash should I stay, should I go should I troll  I asked my girl she said I dont know maybe change up my funny flow should I clout to cash out see my fist it's fast.. Pow!.. connecting to your face like Smash Mouth it's Fiori season in your house butterfly kisses to my girl's down south death do us part that is my vow but I love her so much I'd still stick around even long after we're in the ground spread my seeds all through your town leaves you with Fiori all year round it's Fiori Mob Famiglia from the underground sipping hard liquor while we blaze up pounds spitting mad raps that don't make sounds cause we don't color our hair to look like clowns or tattoo our faces with permanent frowns or wear makeup and prance around in gowns it's so sad what the fuck raps become now it's got nothing to do with talent how they're just gonna hand out crowns if that's the case can I have mine right now?