doing backflips from the top floor, wet/ stay fresh till i’m meal of a condor, dead/ till then, straight shot, like Arthur Morgan/ notepad full of words and it costs fortunes/ beauty sleep, fully charge my performance/ throw some glitter on the solid gold george foreman/ crash congress, fuck a cracker decorum/ leave a trail made of pissss when i walked in/ i’m number one like winner/ you’re number one like beginner/ bag full of cash for the rich, stick my Armin like Principal Skinner/ feed the whole hood for the winter/ and next winter/ and next winter/

that’s a nice rope necklace, Musk/ sword covered in olizooth guts/ alternative is i make that South African white boy park my bus/ when i’m on tour; when i step out, put a leash on him, give him a treat when he woof/ (-woof! -good boy!)

turn up like Super Mario 2/ sky level every time i get zoot/ super leaf, stay in raccoon suit/ knocked out in one hit like Babe Ruth/

okay now/ keep my name out/ your dirty ass, crusty lip, lame mouth/ big dawg Scottie, bitch the canine came out/ took my chain off, something feels off like Thomas Cook aim now/

lemme put it back on if that’s the case