Well this the mash up, lap one, young the purple haze has my eyes half shut, the Moroccan hash jet black crush, a knock so smooth a flow that plush, hush, I'm in the dodge crossfire, crushing a Das Boot full of Das Lager, the boss iya, please applaud the giant, that seems a little posh but paid the cost to triumph, I'm wired the single barrel got her tweaking, she gave so much brains she claims she's a genius
Lap two, I just lapped you, please get off my nuts this ain't cashews, this a crap shoot, it's moot cause I'm collapse proof, schools in session welcome to my cla**room, a gla** of scotch I'm taking the walk of shame, like only Johnnie Black can help calm my pain, ponchos umbrellas can't stop the reign, flower child music, whiskey back pocket gang, Danke schon, I pump your veins full of wattage, until your rocking and you just can't stop it
Lap three, this the track meet, I am the dark horse black sheep, athlete, on these rap sheets, smoking hashish, grape cigarellos and Johnnie Black neat, if you're asking, my fragrance is that sweet, it's a little bit of Jack D, a little bit of a** cheeks, I am Usain Bolt in the middle of the last heat, I'm primetiming whose trill enough to catch me, the fans seem to swear by my swagger, so I'm coming to your show carrying a dagger