Doozy

(Shyea!)

Ahem, yeah

Ha ha ha, this bullshit is... it's just stupid

Look

When it comes to the way I act bro, got the backbone, not the traps though

Fans know with the rap flows, got a crap-load

Ammo like I’m Castro when he had foes

That go like a gat go—((Buh-dih-dat, Bo!))

Ha ha ha, (I don't know what you're saying!)

This shit is so stupid

When it comes to the way I act bro, got the backbone, not the traps though

Fans know, with the rap flows, got a crap-load

Ammo like I’m Castro when he had foes

That go like a gat go—((Buh-dih-dat, Bo!))

Yeah, so, at my last show, in the back row;

Bad hoes, tried to grab those like a lasso

That goal never has sold, ’cause I’m bashful

That’s no ****ing fact though; I’m an asshole

Ha, see, lil’ weirdo?

I don’t get what you’re trying to be, lil’ weirdo (Ha ha!)

Everything you send me I don’t read, lil’ weirdo

With the way I’m living I don’t need lil’ weirdos (No!)

Oh, and you trying to be calling me lil’ weirdo?

Oh! You a mean lil’ weirdo

Need therapy, lil’ weirdo

I don’t really give a little mini shit about any of these lil’ weirdos (Ow!)

Rappers always walk up to me in the show venue (Yeah!)

Ask me for a feature I tell them, “Sir, no thank you” (No!)

I should just be honest, I don’t mean to offend you

But you should probably get better 'fore I molest you

I got the flows and the patterns to make a rapper lose control of his bladder

A soaking wet mattress with piss on the sheet

Do this religiously, tell the pope and the pastor

And most of these rappers are jokes

And I have to just hold in the laughter like, "What?"

Yeah, "What?"

How the **** you suck that much?

Oh, I got a pretty fan waiting in the minivan

Dumber than a brick and, man I don’t really give a damn

She want me to give a damn follow on the Instagram

Baby, that’s a big demand For a little, little tramp

"Woah!" now she calling me a bitch again? Really, man?

Tell her, "Suck a d**k," like it wasn’t already in her plans in advance

All the Jewish, 80-year-old women that my grandma be—

(Grandma?)

Showin' all my music too is gon’ hear that profanity (Uh oh)

And think that I did it just to embarrass my family

Ugh, I’m sorry, yo, I’m awful, I know, shabbat shalom

You can tell I got the Jewish awkward nose

What the **** is up with that obnoxious bone?

Look at the amount that my nostrils hold

None of you mother****ers are strong as those (None!)

Ha, I got a bodybuilder on my face!

(I am a bodybuilder!)

Ha, step to me, I’ll smell you from miles away

Eureka! You reek of:

Weak talent that needs practice and cheap fabric that needs fa*************on (Yup)

Extreme yappin' that needs action and mean braggin' that needs absence

You reek of sadness, I reek of savage

You reek of has-been, I wreak havoc (Wooh!)

Look, performing when the moon's out

Meetings during the daytime (Daytime)

I sat down with Genius

They sat down with one at the same time (Same time)

I broke down my lyrics

I’m the only one that can break mine (Break mine)

I broke down the barriers for a kid living a man’s life

Damn right (Damn mother****ing right)

Give me a couple of years and standby

I’ll transcribe every single one of my thoughts into a franchise

At 17 I told the label that I grew up listening to that I can’t sign

They don’t want me to sound underground

Well they don’t know I’m a landmine

Boom!

Blow up in they face, woah, hold up a minute (Hold up)

You said I said that I’m a fan, no the **** I didn’t

No the **** I didn't

You got shit to work on, before I can say it

You’re putting words in my mouth

Just ’cause nobody will ever put your words in their playlist

I spit a flow and everyone gets quiet out of amazement (Amazement!)

You spit a flow they get quiet cause everyone hates it (****ing hate it)

You will never work in the booth with me, don’t get frustrated

I barely do features cause I can only record butt naked

Facts, so next time you ask for a feature

I’ll assume that you’re asking to see my ass, I’ll pass (Gay!)

That is my best feature, by the way

I just taught the teacher how to learn and preacher how to pray

There’s levels to this shit

I jumped to get mine, I’m the ultimate, newer entrepreneur

You’re looking old and done with your life (Huh?!)

You could fit a bucket of fries, a couple of knives

And oven supplies in the bags under your eyes

To be honest I only really be going fast for everybody

That be telling me that it’s stupid (Go)

Because I don’t really want to do it

But I kind of want to do it only

Because they really don’t want me to do it (True!)

So I’ma do it, they tryna be biting me

But I don’t even think that they can chew it

If you can do it, then mother****ing prove it

I want to see it, I want to see it, I want to believe it

But you’re deceivin', I see it, I see your secret, I see it (Yeah!)

I don’t really want to be the one to leak it, **** it, man

I kind of want to be the one to leak it

Every time that you’re copying someone or recycling yourself

I can tell you got no confidence that is needed (Wooh-uh!)

I’ll never say I’m fearin' ya when I put a divine fear in ya

You’ll always be my inferior, you fit the criteria, ****er

Calm down, God damn it

I tend to lose my cool when they call me hotheaded

Oh, did I break your equipment? Aw, I’m sorry!

Next time you threaten to sue me, just do it

I want someone to diss

I want someone to quit

Just because what I spit

Made them cry like a bitch

Tell the captains recruit me

I’ll take a passionate dookie, on every rapper that knew me

Then I’m back to the studi' like "that was a doozy,"

Goodbye!