I'm shining like an oil spot on some wet ground
Do a track 3 on purple haze and get down
No I don't want future as a statue
Just standing in place while them people staring at you
Metal lungies, you're yellow cake spongey
And I could look good up in a onesie
I'm hungry for some dinner, nah I'm hungry for dessert
I'm thinkin bout breakfast when im sleepin in my shirt
With lykke li on it, it's and comfy and my fave
You think they throwin balls, the way they playin games
I'm just throwin darts with poison on the tip
Give it to you cut & dry like no moisture on the lip
Big pimple on my nose got me lookin like Rudolph
You're stuck with me now and you'll never scrape the glue off
Knockin who off? Ain't knockin Drew off
You ain't great that shoe don't fit so take the shoe off
Find me wearing Levi's in Boca with Lee Iacocca while three wives and Oprah try deep frying okra
With bean pies, and mocha-scented candles see my handles
Broke ankles with the kismet, Bojangles with the biscuit
Peep the angles and the distance to wrangle in the misfits
Touch her earrings to her ankles then I tag her with the brisket
Got a gaggle of assistants couple voices in my head
One said to give em life, the rest said, leave em dead
I'm like a Swiss army knife getting ripped off the pipe
Treat the beat like it pissed off my wife loss of life
Deeper than a rutabaga pounded by a Studebaker
Dumbing out for stupid paper brutalize a super hater
Supersized this group of guys brutes who rise like numerators
Hadouken and Duke Nukem supervise ya euthanasia
1 Potato 2 Potato slap a rapper dupe a traitor
Shooting lasers at a dude who's moving like he's Luke or Vader
Who could save ya rude behavior screw lames who pollute the neighbor
Hood ya favorite cook they dilute the flavor I'm like Made You Look
Was looped in the booth with a super duper pooper scooper hoopin when I'm grooving
Bugging out like a fumigator
What's f*cking with these flows from dos amigos
Raw like tobiko take it back like it's repo'd
You're just a cog, neato, I'm incognito
Bet that like Pete Rose bitch welcome to the freak show
You're subpar, my shits pumpin out the subs in the trunk of the car
No name superstar, maybe sing maybe rap maybe both
Either way I got my hands at your throat
Goin up like a scissor lift, Edward scissor hands cut your hair
Take a scissor kick, get your vision fixed
Cold like I'm livin in the fridge and shit
I'm like the 08 Brad Lidge in this