I'mma bring it and put my beats on turn the snare down trouble up wax off the back of that mic all right baby shells on the back of the studio closet room let's go 155 ft per minute I only need 3 minutes to win it cuz they give me f****** photo just like I got when I found myself a photo I don't give a f*** I smash that b**** cuz I wanted to throw him too though I don't get no luck no f****** Reno mockery no mudders and no stutters I got more beats in my minute than you got per win it so take the crust off of your s*** sandwich and dunk it in now knock knock hope this is a f****** flute sandwich she don't like it you can smack it yeah I'm an acronym I'm a metaphor I'm a synonym Antonin I'm a pronoun I'm a person people place a thing I'm a memory behind the pipe in the dream I got more thing on my lingering lens blowing out the joke so what put the helium to the bloat yeah I'm the cloak behind the smoke here the screen behind the knee here put that together you got a s***** sandwich in the alphabet for two to six that makes it eight we all need a dinner plate from a to z I don't give a f*** how about my lower case baby before I ask my cross here to do the tea I know my brass tags f*** yeah put it in speak easy here one and two and three yeah damn right 22 and 3 yeah you damn right 22 was four n***** plus three n*****and get it wrong I have no kind of b****