Maybe its time i get up off a my throne, I been here watching you throw around your sticks and your stones, I got no time for that bullshit I just wanna get stoned, And rock your girly there's pants off with my fabulous flow, If you wanna come at me i guess its your funeral, I aint no clown from the west or east Im grown from the soil, Planted my roots in the Midwest I aint strayed from the toil, I grew up tall as the grass I smoke in rollies and more, Im not just here to get lifted I come bust through the floor, I will come crash in your room and steal your girlies galore, Ill take that ass to the trashcan and be ready for more, And if you're fucking with me ill throw your ass out the door, If you want to get salty boy that's your MO, Im just deploying my smokescreen slip away and you wont, Even know what you maybe should think perhaps my ass was a ghost, Without a question Ill be back someday to return and roast, Your sorry ass got a glass half empty, I'll just have a blast till gat empty, Fat is the only ass that come with me, Last till the very nasty ending, Past full of mistakes, Coulda put a mask onto my face, Rather my eyes blast full a that mace, Before that mediocre disgrace I call a waste, Come from your mind, Out your mouth nothing but swine, Corona got nothing to show against diseases I design, Flip the sickness into sin, Pick who the witnesses to your end, Been damaged, Summa them wanna be betta but they neva run the numbers, Calculate accountants but they forget who the lyric muncher, Whoo, What's happenin', Somethin' on my mind been tragic, Swoon, You ain't laughing, And your bitch just bought my magic, Slipped a hidden blade, Inside your noggin' it will stay, And scramble up your fuckin' brains, ET came back to fuckin' slay, What's Happenin',