Let’s jump straight into this rap when i’m done there’s gon be ask on the track i got a second wind formin so catch me sue stormin cooking these piglets like my names george forman story of my life, bitch, it never gets boring i’m formula ones but in the air i’m soarin i’m no lord of the rings just lord of these g’s we gon grate was ass like ya ass was cheddar cheese if i graded your raps it’d be a couple d’s like breast implants bars trash, waste plant yeah you stepped in ants i’m on high demand cuz i’m the man i attract the ear of the average fan an avalanche cuz i’m feeling the beat killing in heat like a cat giving birth i mustache you bitches, colin firth why you think you’re not a common nerd a personified turd cuz mentioning your names cause shit stains on my otherwise perfect work what a world it’d be if everyone rapped like me or my clean cut g’s i’ll let the demon outta me i don’t even have to sneeze and i’m the b without the knees i can’t stand you bitches balcony so bow to me how diseased would you have to be to battle b you’re paying the funeral fee mortality’s free so you can dream for eternity you lock the door but i have the key so don’t you see you’re never gonna win with rhymes belonging in the bin bitches manuel-miranda i stay lin so they call me kin cuz i always can end ya career with the stroke of a pen so let the credits roll like a shark in the water fin