Plowing down chop Like homer Simpson Mr plow St john the first Gotta fucked up knee Cant catch me limping Pay your tick Gotta reinburse You lay low like corpse But your cones are coffin Popped off like cork Poker face your bluffing Every time spit verse Cant see me stopping Cause the Jokes in your hands but you cant see nothing Rrraaaahh... Make like a backstreet BOY... Heads rocked but my body chill Dont play cause i aint no TOY... Bubble up the bongs Gotta gum like bill Did you catch that Cast lines like fishing Man over boad Get pushed And Im flipping No hoes in my life Just high classed women Full of shit But im filled with AM-bishion Ck but im over things Cal kline but i got no culture king Tick tock on the clock But im outta time This aint sherades Not a game Dont play with your life Grow crops UV Got buds of purple alucard in the dark And i am nocturnal Teenage with the bars And i am not no ninja turtle Cause i cop on a sesh Smoking up on herbal And my rhymes are verbal Heads made like a dictionary Think your an OG Stornch like a dumb cunt Lil bitch You dont scare me And i break these rhymes like a wine glass Got cloud 9 printed On my white ass Cant handle your buds So you might pass Tele-kinetical energy Got a light charge Share yours thoughts Cause brudda i feel ya Chase quats gotta Ring call up my dealer Not a church man Brudda but my lines will heal ya Contaned in a chage Stavation kills brah