[Intro: Fonz-E Mak]
I'm at the crib watching Bob's Burgers
Bored and its Sunday, so twitter serving a purpose
Lookin at my timeline, all I see is clowns
And the other half is freaks , this sh** is more like a circus
I'm sick I need six thick nurses
I leave insecure n***as nervous
Thats why the sh** they speak I dont trust it
Aw f** it, tell em two things lick dick, bu*t kiss
In that order , pause no bear hands
Since 16 been rippin beats with my bare hands
Thats why you couldn't beat me with a fair chance
Standing six feet, hair nappy in a pair of vans
Was out in south west with the syndicate
When all together fun as f** is what it tend to get
Rental car whipping going hard on some Bender sh**
No Futurama , this the blueprint to future rhymers
My bars weigh a ton , get a fork lift
I'm riding in that '84 ford with them forces
White like Hercules horse is
n***a so cold that the snow should endorse this
Me and you are like day and night
You might shine but you still not half as bright
You only mean off lean well you can have a Sprite
And some jolly ranchers
n***a you good, back to the stanzas
Im on dirt like an umpire
I mean I had to strike back like the empire
Thats why a n***a spittin venom like a cobra bite
Hungry on his grind stomach sounding like motor bike
Or more like a dragon in the dungeon
Im good rapper than a gunman
So for those who talk sh** I brought the gum man
Whole team working, group tape still coming n***a
Mak back with them mad raps, stand back
sh**'ll get you sick like some saran wrap anthrax
First tape was filled with some cold beats and facts
Fun fact, we bout to be on South beach and Fax
Whoa n***a
Slow yo, role n***a
Why the f** you acting like its still '04 n***a
All the sh** you hearing now is real, homegrown n***a
Blacked for a minute, now im back in my zone with it
I'm from the city hidden in wind
From the suburbs to the city n***as gettin it in
Man these chicks be so saditty when they hang with they friends
Then you cut em off , now they a** is taking offense, uh
No sleep got me low eyed n***a
Last words from this nappy haired , four eyed n***a
Hands swinging is the only way to go out n***a
Stop flexin, why the f** you gotta show out n***a
Its the one that raps well...
[Outro]
Lets get some Maxwells' , I'm hungry n***a