Ayup They said I can't get there from here There's no careers 'less you're sellin' books, boots, or beer But I'll get big bucks and dough without shootin' deer Where it's rural with the squirrel, need the dollar sign in plural My battle is uphill like vicodin I'm from the state where they do the big H, and I don't mean hydrogen And I've been out like recyclin' day I'm not gay, but I'm magic with the mic in my face I got airborne, but got sicker My geography remote like the clicker, but I'm easy to find I lived off one-oh-nine since '98 You add it up, and that equates my mind state (dang right, right there) Spose the chosen one, I think you could all witness Trees in the house daily like it's all Christmas Dudes who don't like me, I think they're all bitches Run their mouth while I go and run a small business Sorry, I got distracted, what was it? There we go Outwork me? You need a clone and a miracle But I'm so chill, in the summer, I might wear a coat More subdued than a guy with a Periscope Dang right, right there That's frickin' scarier than hell (frickin' scarier than hell) You have any idea what I'm talkin' about, dear? I haven't always had Franklins, but I've been here If she's a six in New York, she's a ten here We've got loons in my periphery Lyrically, the department of inland fishery My anthropology's soldered into my symphonies The townies revvin' hemmies in front of Marden's and Renys, mm, that's my heritage I should've bought it when I saw it, I want more than I'm allotted That's American (dang right, right there) Until they play me like Jay-Z, I'll preach my sentence Even though the outlook is bleak, like Memphis We all got lost, then I found the beat While my neighbors ride snowmobiles down the street Uniform; flannel shirt over the hoodie Catch a buzz where the trees lookin' woody (dang right, right there) All of this facts, it's like a phone with a printer attached When I do raps, I need a house bigger than biggest like seven, I'll figure it out I never doubt, went from garbage and trash, started to rap I spit artisan crafts from my part of the map I count cash and I started to laugh It's more than you go in jo' hands, son, word to Scarlett, I'm back Dang right, right there That's frickin' scarier than hell (scarier than hell) Twenty minutes into the meal, the moose on the wall starts talkin' to me "Hey!" ("Hey!") I'm goin' loony, I'm from the boonies, you hate me, then sue me My car is not inspected, Wells policemen pursue me I'm signin' boobies, the ugly Clooney, my life is a movie I play a peasant that is plottin' on the royalty's rubies, need retribution I'm the guillotine, each verse a execution Caught a buzz once, but I need electrocution If rap don't work, well fuck it, bro, I guess the next solution Eyes on the prize, I got, I got, I got tantalized (dang right, right there) They got moist when they heard my voice was amplified Is he perfect or too perfect? They can't decide The way I kill it, baby, it's not like infanticide, maybe I fantasize What's my name (name, name, name)? If people don't know it I s'pose I'll keep goin' and rowin' 'til my boat gettin' broken Might be insane (sane, sane, sane), pursuin' the path That no person has proven, I guess I'm just that type of human I want a house by the beach, a house by the lake Another house to rent out at high price rate Plus a parkin' lot to charge ninety dollars a day That's per car to park for all out-of-state plates Yeah, man, that'll be ninety dollars, please. Yeah, nine—where are you from? New York? Yeah, that'll be nine—ninety dollars, thank you. Oh no, we don't take cards. We, um—there's an ATM, if you head up, back into town, take a right at the light, go through... si—I think six lights, take a leeft there. And then, you know, go up, you're gonna go up one-oh-nine and there should be a bank right there on the right. There should be a ATM there, so, just go there, hit the ATM, come back, it'll be ninety bucks, thanks, have a...