Macklemore couldn't the handle the beat so I'ma k** it
Like a roach in the kitchen gettin' smashed by your momma's sk**et
I don't rap about stackin' cash or rollin' with a zag and fill it
I'm just a dimwit with a studio spittin'
Real sense, I got a little bit to create hits
Pick up a nailed two by four stick call me Foley Mick
I got a tiny dick so I gotta make up for it
With a truck lift.. "Are you serious?"
No b**h I'm poor as dirt that's why I'm wearin whorish shirts
I got the holes but not the hoes but I guess that's a how it goes
What up Novi Nove you inspired this flow
Cause a Macklemore blows I just thought you should know
"Blah blah thrift shop blah buy some cheap clothes blah blah get money where all the hoes"
All you cheesy f**in artists actin like you the hardest
All your flows are f**in garbage you belong in a hearse
I'm about to spread my f**in curse of rhyming all these f**in words
Now the alphabet needs a nurse but f** it I'm done with this freeverse