Turn that shit up.

Heretically, aesthetically, you need attention.

Medically, methodically, robotically.

Wait, rain, robbery, shit.

The Georgia beer.

Vaughn is here.

Barbara's here.

Yes, the spark is here.

Dealing with the pterodactyl.

I bury cats in the thick street.

This ain't new.

I've always been called a conceited jerk.

So be alert.

Laughing at your broken teeth.

eat his shirt yo i dab gawk the cataphras your battles won if they got whack they better tip

It's more than David Ackroyd.

It's a beat prince.

Two compilations in the code.

From that you bought yesterday, brand new.

The joke's on, you will be issued.

We're taking those shorts.

Let's make this official.

when he flips that

Fucker, put the mic down.

Zip stat.

Fucker, put your mic down.

All your soccer crews, step up.

Boy, you suck a kuz.

Boy, you suck a kuz.

My words attack troops of rap groups with wack goofs.

In comparison, you're embarrassing.

and blue wearing black suits your funeral like it's a musical that you do more that's why my

fashion models is that the logical that aristotle i'm smashing bottles when i'm crafting graphic novels

Scheming enemies, trying to get at me.

That I can't blind the MCs and holding it down.

Got me wanna see thieves.

First time I rhyme, then I breeze.

Yo, my shirt's polo, man.

Couldn't hang if you was mammary glands.

You understand?

Next to esoteric, you're second.

You're hanging on my words, but I'm stepping on your hands.

I'm the animal type.

You're more like amateurs.

Yo, what's this?

The rag rapper that I'm slamming the mic when the terrorists

my man panic when he flips that

Fucker put them out of town.

Your boy your sucker Cruz.

No question.