[Verse 1: Rimeskeme]
Rime
Mister irrelevant
Joke so irreverent
Either I'm hell bent or I'm haven sent
Money well spent on some delicates
Rap for the hell of it
Can't f** with the flow like it's celibate
I'm higher than Everest
Must I remind you the devil's wish
Six, six, six
Sick, sick, sick
When I spit this sh**
Wish you well on your endeavors
You interesting like never
I'm interested in weather
Cause I wanna know when I can rain on your parade
You hardly speak like a charade
The words I speak should get me laid
And get me paid
Get me everything I need
p**y, money, weed
My three vices