Verse 1:
Weed smoke represent my consciousness
Drivin’ high asking plain clothes what the problem is
Intolerable child impossible to reckon with
Probable gunshot wounds from spit that’s settling in
Bitch
My mouth is a trigga’, sounds is the jury, and yo ears is the witness
Only got charged with resistance of fake shit, now the beef is real mad miss me did ya?
Hate this, shit, screaming fuck patience, if you don’t like it quick bitchin’, stop playing
Permanent as paint or ink to ya face is, face it faggot, just my pauses are greatness
Self-innovation, intimidation, the old me sucked like my mind was constipated, hopefully I can get some admiration
Cause my vocal shit spit is free of complications
Crazy, mindset porous
Drag my fucking thoughts to some forest in Oregon and pour them ensure they won’t see the world, saying I ain’t hard like asking Goldie where the porridge is
Bored of fucking trying to impress some bitch
Cause if I really needed head id suck my own dick
Won’t spit I’m a champ, no lack of courage
Telling stickup victims to eat a bullet
Meat rabid rip supreme ravish crisp I spit radishes smoking cannabis
That piss cheap vodka is a glass of bliss
Back up chump, or get a cracked carypis
Scared of this, nobody is rare as this
Should be taking notes, no therapist
Y’all pussy rappers getting mad like bitch fits
Got niggas in ya kinda like how Paris is
Terroristic shit, I spit ballistics
Rip shit to bits no knifes or pistons
This Limp Biskit got bitches eating Loestrin, and putting plugs up in their cunts for friction
Good with the words, yup, I’m a cunning linguist
Bring me some tied up bitches to sing with
Rinse this shit with Meat’s flavored shrimp spit
I’m doing this till I’m stiff outta this thing