All these hip hop artists claiming they make rap
Then why dont they rhymes put your brain in a confusion trap like a maze and a clueless rat
More confusing then miley thinking her a** is fat
Call her twerk the white girl chicken a** attack
See more booty in my fat grandmas crack
Whooah actually i take that one back
That was more backwards then me yelling where the foopas at
Oh wooops but i just said it
b**h dont fear my name dread it
If you dont feel my pain i get it
Nobodys been through the sh** i have
Like dying from taking a fat spice grav
And coming back to life with a bloody knife in my hand
While positing pics of dead bodies on my insta gram
Call this new track real ham
I ain't that knock off sh** call it spam
What do i look like a hawaiian man spreading aloah.. fu*k THAT i don't give a damn my leader is uncle sam
Not kameamea i ain't a native getting played im a player
The guy who's getting payed not the payer
No taxes go my pocket to my mayor
Only to the d** guns and funs in my layer
All the j**s that come call it the seder
All the b**hes like my cum when its in their hair
If you dont like real you won't like my flavor
And one last thing dont ask me for any favors