i dig ditches in twin b****es
b****es drip driplets, my skin glistens
time is artificial
a dime, i park my missile
sublime, get hard, not brittle
she said sign my armadillo
snakes rattle in the grass
shooting cumshots, it's a battle in the ass
shooting ropes like shackles tied up fast
got her on a leash like cattle in the grass
her foot on my balls like a tackle in the grass
i f*** Madelyn, Ashlynn, might smash a Lynn if she havin' it
her ass is above average
smoke green i got that cabbage d***
my d*** a shooter, my balls some savages
attached to the immaculate
in the lab again, causin' accidents
imagine if you were talented
body slam 'em to an ambulance
time never existed it's a social construct
retards focused on politics like it's all Trump
she a poleitician and iain talmbout Poland
see me in a lambo, u can picture me rolling
gotta have a semi to rip up your colon
ariana grande, i'm geeked up on her
marijuana all day, ima chief it for sure

I could s*** my pants, I’m still fresher than you
And I do bigger shows, yeah I got better venues
I got that cheese like I’m staring at the Cheddar’s menu
My truck fresh off the lot, yours never been new
But we been knew
No one can defend you
I will end you
I’m sharp as Ginsu
Like the pencil I write these rhymes that I pen you
I’m sliding with that force no Ginyu
You should probably go and hit the gym dude
Cuz it may be a better chance when these bullets go in you

This universe be my mind
You insured? I’ll take your dime
You infer I take your life
Ruler to measure my rhymes
Remember forever I’m nice
My s*** in your head like some lice
My switch at your head, that grip vice
Money under bed will suffice
Every syllable a choice
Every syllable is right
Any imbecile can voice
Deadly physical in fights
I don’t waste no space
I don’t play with fail
I just break the bank
F*** a wait (weight), no scale
Piff it (pivot) fate to them at the ankle
Get mixtapes waved to them like whale
Boatload of flow, FN (fin) from the sale (sail)
Know I know I’m dope, chin up, slay, woah
Don’t go with AK (a K), don’t get tailed (Tay L’d) (don’t be like Tay-K)
Food for thought plates, used cost to make dough

life is beautiful
open that ass lemme see that pooping hole
butt or p****, i cant choose a hole
f***ers is retarded estupido
i told shawty whats your numeral?
she aint Roman
my 5g roamin
textin b****es, get to bonin'
smokin weed, b**** i'm stonin'
off the molly b**** i'm rolling
keep rolling rolling rolling rolling
frat boys aint pulling pulling
eat lunch off the tray they boring
knock em the f*** out they snoring

with my pedal to the floor
i be steppin on these w****s
haters said i'm bored
face checking out the floor
this not checkers, this is war
hol up lemme get the door...

...shot the opp with my glock in the cock
he cant walk, cant even talk cuz he's gone
brain slosh like a zombie,
he's calling for mommy
but there's not any gothys
bullets hot like a pot of the coffee
i plead insanity like i'm not in the Army
not in the Navy,
she be swallowin babies
she from the '80s
she like to shop at Macys
f*** a female from retail
she eat male, i e-mail her boss
i re-tell the sauce
now she's the manager
i'm in charge of slammin' her
video tapin' the amateur
thotty bimbo my cameragirl
she squirt my squeegee, like a janitor
suck it up like a catheter
i get her wetter than Niagara
she get me harder than viagara
f*** a milf, i think she's Tabitha
Angela got me mad at her
slammin hoes on my calendar
fruity jit with the dates
got the stick, got the drac'
let it rip, let it spray
my opps RIP, let me pray 🙏

Said she f*** with the squad u cant do that thats incest

Pockets Christmas-y
From selling that Chicken Fricasee
Police talk to me then it’s a frickin mystery
You couldn’t walk a mile, it’s gettin blistery
The blunt in my mouth looks like ancient history
Blunt in my mouth like a strip of Listerine
Her p**** bald and scrub the floor like she’s Mister Clean
P**** bald and scrub the floor, it’s travertine
Just like the color aquamarine, I’m after green
Shoes the color chlorine, them b******s clean
F*** passing the bar (barre), someone pass the lean
When I need to use a car I ask a fiend

If you itt rn you is a sped
It ain’t even Friday I said what I said

I’m tryna feed the fam
Tell the hoes to scram
Come for my pockets it’s bling blam
Not k dot but I’ll hop out the van
Ya I’m white I like my food bland
Use my fluids to sign her chest like a fan
Beat your ass easy like a can
She taste my meat like spam

You wish you were my fluffer
She wish i would cuff her
Watching magazine dreams I think I’m buffer
Not thanksgiving but I’ll stuff her

We’re in a supermassive black hole
And I’m a supermassive a******
Selling out another packed show
But still tryna crack the code
Still tryna stack the dough
These other rappers lack a code
From me dawg? That’s a no
I trap with a knack for bow’s
Gave Unc a 8 Ball and told him “Rack up!”
He hit a dance move that made me crack up
Police pulled up, that’s my cue to pack up
Before they start calling for back up

😦

Ok dis hard as brix

bro whippin my honda,
got this b**** on my wanda
i'm high as the cosmos
f*** five different thot hos
her p**** like taco
salami and beef shredded nachos,
she wearing cum, not clothes
her p**** is bald and she cleaning the floor
i be mean to a w**** when she dont lick my balls
when i skeet on the floor bih she lick it all
d*** in her jaws, that p**** raw
i put some sauce all in her walls
pipe in my mouth with my pipe in her mouth
i be pipin her out, with my Mike it's so loud
on the spice i wile out
think there's a fight in the crowd
what they fightin' about?
talkin bout a guy and a gal
then guns light up and sound,
thats y i dont f*** w the club
smoke nugs and i bus,
transportation medication elevation
her p**** is piped, my bussy is wiped
her tongue go inside, i love her for life

The sun came up
God called but I hang up
My ego’s a little banged up
Drinkin lean from a cellophane cup
You on your way out, you a lame duck
You a square, you need to shape up
Don’t make me mess ya misses makeup
My d*** stay up

Blow me like a trumpet
Turn around and dump it
Tap the sign no fatties allowed
Maybe I’m a little too proud

Big Mac Whopper fat f***s eat
Obese b**** topping me
She call me Uber Eats
she eating all the meat
she ride that d*** economy

u say eat the meat a lot I feel like

sheesh this one is better

she a carniwhore

big sean ghostwriter

Spent 100 on a acne scoop neck tee once
Returned that s*** don’t want to look like a dunce
If I was British have to deal with some c***s
For real no one would care if I tried to stunt

acne scoop neck, i poop on your neck give you acne
drop a bomb on your head and its acme
bars going over your head please dont @ me
eating too much turn to a fat me

yo i don't read any of these but if anyone wants to hear me freestyle it might be the best freestyle you ever heard. i'll upload a recording if anyone wants to hear my freestyle

The game twisted
Real message
Raw lyrics
Raw dog the game until it we both finished