Clout

Bout to spit some fire The clout I desire I be buzzing like a bee I'm a Frikin prior Got the bars in my head I'm all well fed Won't mess this thing up One shot, you dead, I be spittin them rhymes I be earning them dimes I saw yo girl, she be looking fines I be spittin fire You be spittin lies We up in the studio We be flyin in the skies I'm a frickin Rap god Fails, but tries! You try to test me, I'm not Patrick Star I keep my rhymes in a contained glass jar I'm SCP 3 you've gone way to far The beat to fast for you? Then go buy A car Got a girl eh? Well I met mines in the bar This is no play time I'm here to spit rhymes Got white damn vans, when I clean em they shine Got a space ship right here made specially for rhymes We blast off like team rocket catching them dimes I'm Frikin legend, a folk tale to be told You spit Frikin vomit people would say, It's cold! Ya, say burrr got me buzzin like a bee Need some ice for dat burn Man get out ma hair, you like a Frikin flea WHOO!