[Intro]
It's the G!
[Verse 1]
Mic check, mic check
Ahh, I don't think you listenin'
Mightiest of flows composed by the man who kickin' em'
I'm spittin' ‘em
All night, Ritalin
I gotta crackah screaming “noooo” like Hayden Christensen
G. Sweater the luckiest
Yup yup, the luckiest
I hate to be presumptuous
But my applause will be thunderous
My crew is illustrious
We always doing substances
No more wet dreams, man, I'm on my up and coming sh**
God Damn!
She must be the bustiest
Those titties are voluptuous
I'm s**ing them, they succulent
I'm moving in to her p**y
Rubbin it, and touchin it
I eat that clit for sustenance
You could call me gluttonous
She worship me like a covenant
Get wet at my utterance
So now we doing I want, whatever that encompa**es
Girl like it soo much
She talking ‘bout some husband sh**
She like, "how you do it?"
I'm like, "I'm taking b-vitamin supplements"
So as you as see kid, I got rhymes in abudunces
If you come around, then you are gonna be sufferin'
Cause I exist to crush you into nothingness
It's the G. Sweater, dawg, just watch who you f**ing with
Peace!