[Kixxie, Intro:]
20-12 b**hes!
It's that Yacht Klub shi-izz!
[Kixxie:]
I got this flow they couldn't touch with a 10 foot pole
Or a roach clip, Kixxie I'm the best thing smoking
Zoning, chicks look in awe and they drawers drop
Spit just drip to the floor, like all right
Clean up on Aisle 7
I went from, eating top
Rhyming on the block, rhyming
Ever since I've been, blessed by Tio Mari
Like I'm in, I've been, one bad omen
When I zoom in I home in on ya homie's, head;
One motion, and I blow ya whole dome in, dead
I, move like a ronin when I bruise my opponents
I ain't ever had no master, don't nobody own him
When it's coming to raps this motherf**er's the owner;
Used to be an employee until I got a promotion;
Now I'm ashing cigars in the middle of the ocean
I be marijuana roasting, bottles up toasting
Little did they know I'd grab the mic and start rocking it
The stage burst, the flames resemblin' the apocalypse
Remember what the prophet said?
Right before the comet hits?
"You must fear the poet with the eyes that are lava red!"
I'm like f** it I'm ready for 2012
It's that Y2K: That's every man for himself
This that Y2K; Don't make me take off my belt!
Whipping that a** leaving it covered in welts
You only f**ing yourself, if you f**ing with me
That's that, Yacht Klub baby
It's that...bullsh**
[Artie:]
That's that bullsh** baby
OK, yeah I'm crazy, like this, yo:
Create to devastate
Initiate the two times faster rate
They fold, now they masturbate
They had to wait, I let' em know
Spit it and I let 'em go;
Finally realizing that I had to dead the flow
A better glow, something about me you will never know
Something about my mind when I rhyme
I'll forever show
I'll forever hold my spot down, spot clowns
Art was cool, but then he's hot now!
…the full signs of a masterpiece
Master Chief, after the beef
He gon' need back relief (Yikes!)
Or a chiropractor
I'm a hot known factor, spitting live rows at ya
To the pavement, laced with, hokum tied in the basement
Face it, waste it, whole style retraced it
Till that light sound, frozen, get hit, then back out
Let them notice me -- conscious writer through my poetry
Oh it be that n***a that's too smart to handle
Sophisticated mind freak, nighttime vandal!
And I'll, hit you like, you had yo hands out
Switch up the plans
Got the good cause I ran out!
Never be that mystical
Intanginible, rare like a mineral
Spit that sh**, I ain't hearing a pennant (?) tho!
Mind savage, off top, rhyme damage
Compare me to a n***a who's only average! (Gah!)
Not having this, son, we yacht klubbin'
Not having this on, my n***a we yacht livin' on
[Kixxie:]
Yacht klubbin', all of them b**hes love me
I be like, "Wa**up, I be hotter than a oven."
Yeah, show me McLovin'
Kind of that Muck Double
I'm on, I'm nothing but -- trouble
[Artie:]
Dirtbag n***a, nothing but trouble
1-2 n***as, we always on the double!
[Kixxie:]
I ain't never on no Apple phone
I'm on my Android sh**, n***a all that, you know!