Unpredictable? Suck my dick, yo, I’m rippin’ through your click and your clit rip slow
Slit wrist flow, real ignorant, smarter than any motherfucker that you’v ever met
I don’t sweat much, I have a head rush, from smoking p’s as a means of weight loss
You’re criss-crossed, I’m Rick Ross, I been shitted on and now I’m pissed off

————– and my weed speak, but you need me
Smoke discreetly, homie need me, eat my words I’ll fuck the rap game completely
Easily, CQSN killing you and your stupid rapper friends
In high school motherfuckers called me faggot
I’m the illest, this faggot has swag bitch
Is yelling swag outdated? OK I just smoked weed, and masturbated
Do you get it? Yo I’m self-aware in my computer chair damaging your welfare
It’s hell here and it’s fucking hot
Your rap’s a bad taste on my tongue that I’m brushing off
I’m rushing off to the bathroom to sniff coke before I go to my classroom

I’m cruising in my spaceship playing Saetia
On the planet of the apes I’m outrageous
Shaved my face but there’s nothing left on it left to shave
I just like the taste of blood dripping down my face
Holy smokes I’m blowing Os I mean ounces
Loungin out on couches what the fuck’s happened to Milhouse