don't drop that...

this beat is so stupid

i can't rap to it

even though i got bars

mitzvah

jewish

oh god that was terrible i'm sorry

i say dumb shit i'm on a roll like a harley

all my girls barbies

angels

charlie

my pockets hella fat

chris

farley

i don't play games these lames is on atari

i eat beats till there's none left these dudes starving

my squad is impeccable but don't shit rhyme with that

except maybe testicle and i ain't gonna rhyme with that

i'm a shot caller these niggas don't ever fire back

not even donald trump would fire zach

that's my real name if you didn't knew

mr. raise the bar game tied down like tennis shoes

mr. i had to do all the shit you didn't do

mr. get your girlfriend wetter than a swimming pool

mr. leave me alone i ain't in the mood

seventeen tracks on an album no interlude

i'm on the move like a lazy river too

driving while i'm eating these rappers that's fast dinner food

how frickin' rude

ladies say i'm cocky

i just wanna hit like i'm swinging for the rockies

i just wanna hit like a boxer named rocky

i just wanna hit like my name was jeremy shockey

that's a hit stick

take her on a picnic

make her strip quick

nothing but heels and lipstick

ride a stick shift

if she break it that's a quick fix

niggas at the tip getting baked

bisquick

pass me the rock

you know i'll probably cock back

not even dikembe could block that

you gon need more than a red sign to stop that

my lines go over they heads like a top hat

ha

futuristic is the bomb

hide yo kids

hide yo wife

and yo mom

put this on your ipod or your cd rom

download at onlyfuturistic.com

don't drop that thun thun thun

hey

aw shit i dropped it

fuck

goddamnit