danimal lector in the mo'fucking building
you now have entered webby's world
living like a jason statham movie
cause seein' me lose a battle rap
just don't happen these days like seein' a pterodactyl hatch
so give me beats and i'll be runnin' to the lab with that
go in with a pen and a pencil
come out with a bag of crack
show up with a bunch of goons
you ain't never matchin' that
we know where to get krabby patties at
deeper than the ocean floor
cause you know i'm 'bout to get her done
you would think i had an extra thumb
chug a fifth of moonshine
chase it with some ketel one
spit nice with raps to rip mics
carry my whole state on my shoulders until my discs slip twice
i'll keep strivin' for the title until i win right
this is what happens when you feed gizmo after midnight
ain't nobody stoppin' that
cleats on my feet and i'm a play em like a soccer match
slaughter all these copycats
you could never follow that
i'm crazy do you roger that?
my winnie in your hiney hole
hidey hoe labor as i light the drow
i can go from high to low
low to high man i don't know
too hot to touch too cold to hold and right now i'm at 5 below
on the surface my mind's berserk
give me a perc and a vibe with a verse to write
sharp as a surgical knife
and certain it's curtains i'm the best you've heard in your life
cause in the burbs we light the herb every night
turnin' the mic just warmin' up
i making a 30 g's it's early walkin' all weekend like berny
i used to be weak and nerdy but now i'm diesel like the typer fuel
highway to hell but they didn't teach me this in driving school
you giant tool i'm hittin' the track like ricky bobby
if you with a pretty body then shit i'll probably take brain
all i'm missing is mr. miyagi. i'm fucking crazy smelling like a skunk with rabies
blame my mother cause she made me
i'm a product of the 80's high as a kite
this rap shit is like ridin' a bike
i'm mr. starship trooper puttin' weed up in the hooka
hittin' on my friends' mums tryna take me home a cougar
in your dreams like freddy kruger with the lyrical maneuvers
i just live hakuna matata {swahili phrase for 'no worries'}
i'm kicking it with puba lightin' buddha
stayin' flyer than you losers
stella luna i'm a dude who got some confidence
syllable after syllable out of my esophagus
you don't gotta roger that
but baby i'm a roger this
higher than a rocket-ship
you chick perverse cowboy's the only one on top of this
let me pull it out so i can swallow it
bitch you're sippin greatness
you should spit it out and bottle it. the way you givin' brain you'll never get yourself a scholarship. in fact
at this point your fuckin head's probably hollow bitch. i'm fuckin' nice so all you haters should acknowledge it
who gives a fuck? i'm makin' me a profit bitch
i got that molten lava flow
i'm the best in the burbs bitch