Dopey’s Son

I’m *NSYNC like Justin The D I’m repping, There is no contesting, As I pray to heaven, I’m from the rust belt, So I’m going to leave some welps, As deliver rhymes in stealth, My mental needs some help, Cause I’m silly as Dopey’s son, If on the beat better run, I’m heating up like core of the sun, Patiently waiting to see what I become, Because I’ll always remain a clown, I can’t stop joking around, I’m a pedigree I’m not from the pound, I rap differently, I’m producing a sound, Not quite urban, Not quite suburban, I’m dank like Durban, Obstacles I’m swerving, Work hard, so I’m deserving, When I’m quiet it’s unnerving, Lyrics I’m burping, Too hot, stop slurping, I’m so silly, Like smith, big Willy, On the track I get jiffy, Want to be the goat, call me billy, So cold I should go by chilly, On mission to collect Millies, But don’t drop that dun da dun, War drum here that barumpa bum bum, Im dumb smart, Producing this art, Funky as a fart, Becoming Mozart, Occasionally smoking darts, As I dream of the charts, Throwing shells in a go cart, Sling shot in pocket like Bart, Or Dennis menace, Smoking purps, the Grimace, Life a beach named Venice, Bouncing words back like tennis, I’m hip hop apprentice, Who pays attention to the consensus, Only go for the tremendous, Come out sometimes sounding horrendous, I hope pretentious, The song has premise, Just that I’m a silly ass nigga, Who’s all about is figgas, I don’t pull triggas, My rhymes just bigga, Like a pre-40 jigga, Just was sillyah, I’m dopey’s son #TenaciousE #TeamX