[Verse 1: Momo]
It's the philosophical
Sending doctors to hospitals
Fill my pockets with rocket fuel
Sick mind, inoperable
Opposite of the gospel
Opposite of apostles
Tryna stop all the sinning, I swear that sh** is impossible
Flow's oxymoronical
Comical f**ing chronicle
You know, why ladies they
Visit, the kind's conjugal
Rappers f**ing making me
Sick to my abdominal
Willis, "What I'm talkin bout"
Phyllis, and I'm Michael Scott
You already know, blunts of that medical
SUS GANG, knock you n***as off of ya pedestal
Selling kids, bags of broccoli, I call it con-nobis
The type to sell whiskey at Alcoholic's Anonymous
I'm a bad influence, probably cause I'm under it
Don't consent to searches, these f**ing cops can s** a dick
Flow wetter than summer weather hitting ya under pits
Punchlines softer than a bunter hits
f**ing b**h