[Verse: Unorthodocks]
It's the youngest lynguists coming with the stunning english
Tongue and fingers in your broad's heart performing cunnilingus
Make her soul cum, heard of a full atman orgasm?
Your who*e has 'em, like full body with even more spasms
Your who*e'll report she's at my fort for oral support
Don't be a poor sport cuz I store more in the shorts
Or try to quarrel in court or this war'll be short
Stupid a**, shooting back at the Lord with mortal retorts
It's Unorthodocks, opposite of Freddie Foxxx
Get ready I'm coming jetti with the medi on my socks
He said he turn the petty into confetti when he rocks
Never freezing even when the cops steady many Glocks
Invest in my penny stocks, use them as building blocks
To be a bandcamp billionaire soon as my album drops
But, talent flops even if your boy's styling hot
Dope beats with a dome piece deep as Alan Watts
I'm wilding with violent thoughts more vile than Stalingrads
But I just smile and nod cuz meenwhile I'm piling wads
I write and turn socialites to introverts instantly
So cats of soft consistancy are falling off consistnantly