Thruhh Thank you, thank you, thank you Ladies and gentlemen Today our special guest is, MIKE, in all caps Right? MIKE Yeah Ok, we have him... hmm You know what? Let's let him talk Tell us a little something about yourself MIKE Uh... yeah See, he's not a man of many words, huh? Ok Uh huh Mmhmm Yeah? Wow Yeah alright Okay Alright Simple So, tell us about this tape of yours It's probably a list of songs I end up killing myself to What? Around you I always felt like I'm the nicest She blinded To the fact my mind is Full of surprises And prizes and diamonds And exquisite images of grinding I'm finding Spare time for the fine rhyme And I'm dining and dashing That's fine man The action, denying his passion They lying, they gassing He trying, he rapping He crying, he gasping He finally laughing Haha We back to the pastor Back to the rappers Known to rap raptures Black male crackers Facts, tell after Pastel smasher Tracks pretty good But the crack sell faster Chappelle laughter I will never sell it DOOM made the rhyme so embellished And I like my hot dogs with relish Stop it There will never ever be another Please tell them cover The Belgium butter Fuck with that? Stop it There won't ever ever be another Please tell them cover The Belgium butter Danny told me leave an eye open 'Cause boys down there Leave your guy choking Homie, I ain't joking Flow like a potion Known to keep it Frank like the Ocean Homie, how you know this? Boy, I just focus Fingers start to jitter when I wrote this Eyes start to close and I woke up in a lotus The set must have chosen My nose is atrocious Gold to the roll Coke for the cull Coke for the nose Bars that I flow when I'm in it My homie's frying chicken English girl liking it, oh Scrolling through my mindset Boy, you boys know how time get Imagine time slit I put a knife to his eyelid Stick it in his iris Gorilla Gang, the virus 'Cause you know MIKE and the group are the highest Cream is how I wet the letter next to I is Ya whole pack crying 'Cause you know divine with the 9 is inspiring Flow pretty fire You should call the fireman Or the ambulance Throw bands until Amber dance Ball fall like an ambulance Or Khalil with the still Life get real, bars pretty sick Fuck... ight