ill knock your bird out the sky turn your craft to bird pie then jump behind the wheel as the crow('s') fly- by(e) the seat of my pants dry even when I cry me a river to float b(u)y me a boat motor to choke out the dudes at my throat I croak a ghost yeah disappear just to get you out my ear wax them rappers all fake so get baked like poundcake's' my girls' ill rake you through the Coals then blow up your rolls on my plate your girl's late from our date so don't make your fate the same as hers mate with her Quake-her Earth make my girth spread her rebirth next like rebates my hook I'm hungry where's my pound cakes my goals hate reversed Kate now she's girls plates ate like kings grapes and fed my pound cake the pie-in-the-sky apple of my eye gone like (w)Horus in my bed bye for knowledge why so deep like ply wood for no guy the love of my life reject I like teams spy on Mine craft like math CSI can't see I don't die hard like single-ply PPI rough and tumble(d) dry you out pry the crow bars fly and explode your mind's eye blind to this I the most high-lights shine bright Like Stars I bend bars these ain't bars theyre underground train cars that fly down from the sky