[Walker M]
I get head in the same sense as Henry Tudor
When I grabbed shotgun, I never meant the Bentley two-door
I shoot then fade away, just like every hooper
Roll the body up and light it, done the same with plenty Newports
Cause his gift of a sinister wit will switch
The history encrypted on Egyptian hieroglyphics
Deep as an abyss or as a cataclysmic fissure
Hits the spliff and from his lips emit a scrip divine or mythic
The blunt is ablaze with dank cut up and laced
I'm trippy as Alice in her Wonderland days
It's an abundance of pain inside a blundering haze
Then I gun it as fast as actors change in undermanned plays
They dug up the grave and found the beats that I had k**ed and buried
This sh**'s sicker than a belly with dysentery
I'm dressed fresher than an LDS missionary
Now the best but was the worst, I must confess, listen carefully
In eighth grade, I was the king of the friend zone
No game, never touched an end zone
Or got to first base, but then the world changed
I used to get the whip, and now I'm whipping a Benz, yo
And chicks'll bend low, head blue, Winslow
I'm gonna blow, better head to the window
Over-wordy rapping up and tore the beat asunder
Yo, even Percy Jackson couldn't hope to steal my thunder
Cause I'm spitting 'til my Adam's Apple's atrophied
So pa** the mic, you're lyrically equivalent to alkaline
Basic, greatest ever, let's face it
Rap had died, I brought it back to life like my a** was Christ
And I ain't saying I'm Jesus
But you ain't never seen me in the same place he was
So lead us not to evil or a face full of lesions
A few guys flying high, stand and pledge allegiance
[DC]
Dude listen, when you consume my tunes your mood will glisten
They say "glue your potty mouth," while I'm steady pooing and pissing
An evil genius in a kid's body, word to Stew Griffin
When I'm spitting, you'll be sure to do some shoe kissing
It's the capital D to the capital C
And I'm the un-presidented president of spitting factual heat
They say to separate your wants from your actual needs
But I open up all doors like a magical key
I'm trying to see more green and haters be so mean
But I'm riding 'round town saying "F you" like I'm Cee-Lo Green
Since I've seen fourteen, my raps have seemed so clean
Don't sleep on me, cause like a big mattress I'm gonna be your king
Going where few men have gone before, like the women's bathroom
Strapping up for war, AFB is my platoon
I'm surprisingly vicious, like an irrational raccoon
I rock Vans and I'm getting wilder, I should be on National Lampoon
The most, I'm different, and that we all know
You're busy trying to blend in, in fact you're like Waldo
Don't play football, but my lines are All-Pro
DC isn't the best? Lo siento, that's falso
I hear you talking the talking, but I don't see you walking the walking
Like Stephen Hawking, I strike rappers out while you're on the mound balking
Why are people always flocking to my raps when they're dropping?
Cause my flow's fresher than the style that Ryan Gosling's rocking
(Call me) Kim Jong, cause my raps are so ill
(It's) been long since someone spit so real
Eating whack rappers for breakfast, that's one terrible meal
These whack tracks got rappers slipping like I threw a banana peel
I'm a man of steel, and AFB? You know we win
I'm a cool cat, dawg, Nickelodeon
From the west, trying to be the best, on a quest, like what Brody's been
You're on the ground, I'm a sky walker, like Obi-Kenobi's friend