[Verse 1]
I'll smack your b**h and crack her ribs with a stack of bricks
Ask her kids for an evaluation after it
My fashion's sick, remove the sleeves from the jacket b**h
Goodwill supplies the low prices so I'm actin rich
Throw cash and sh** at rachet chicks for their a** and tits
Stay on acid trips but never falling cause I balance it
I battle quick, hit a n***a forty times
Recording rhymes, distorting minds, supporting crime with swords and nines
Imported wines from foreign vines poured in diamond gla**es
Ignite and pa** it, I write the cla**ics (GOLDCHAIN)
I'm getting bored so I gotta switch the flow up
I throat f** your b**h with her nose plugged
Till she throws up (oh yuck)
I think it's time for the hook
I rhyme for the crooks
b**h I rhyme for the crooks
[Hook x4]
All my friends juggle, you can call us juggalos
You can call us juggalos
[Verse 2]
Rap game Dr. Seuss
I drop the roof on my convertible spaceship b**h I bought the moon
One hundred mill is pocket change
I rock a chain more expensive than Obama's plane
We are not the same
I'm in the highest tax bracket
With a fat packet of rolling papers getting blasted with my hat backwards
Surpa** standards of the rap masters
Tell the best rapper that his career's in its last chapters
The lyrical prowess
You hear when I shout this
Is dope enough to k** off any f**ing spirit around it
I'm here and I'm grounded
Permanent in the game till I'm famous
I'll sell my soul to the devil if my lyrics can't claim it
I think it's time for the chorus
I rhyme words with orange
b**h I rhyme words with porridge
[Hook]