Potomoes - Untitled Song lyrics

[Verse 1] What up? Yo, I'm ready for a limo ride Did you get the memo, guy? I came to show these bimbos why I always say the limit's sky Bump it up, let's get those tempos high I missed our date for a murder expo, knives Guns, slayer axes, swords, and chainsaws Anything in my arsenal I can use hack your brains off As soon as this rocket takes off Better put on your training bras 'Cause I came straight up in this b**h To cut your motherf**ing dicks, scoff I'll leave your brains scattered I'm a mean, lean, k**ing machine A redder sight than the hair of Kayla, Peter, Ron Weasley, and Seth Green If I had a nickel for every time I got approached by you sickos I'd have enough in the bank for me to buy a f**ing hippo I'll fix you into a pickle that none of you f**ing dicks know Isn't it sick though? A rap engineer and rhymes are my gizmos I'm fine when I freestyle, but you don't wanna see when I'm pissed, yo Enough power surging inside of me to cause d**h by tickle I don't care if you do rap, rock, indie, country, or disco I'll strangle you and drain your blood and sell it by the half pint But that's not Shalf Pinto Straight-up ill enough to beat Tiger Woods in this golfing sh** A master out of place, bro, I'm like Walter White in a coughing fit I'm perfect at this art-form and earned millions in wealth And if you can't accept that sh**, then Robin Williams yourself