This guy, he thinks I care about his stance If this guy stood up right now you prolly wearin' a mini skirt instead of pants Crossin' your legs, doin' the Tom-Tom dance 'Cause you at the screen tryin' to think of something clever so you pop ninety-nine Vyvanse Don't lie, you click dislike on every single one of my rants Is this dude a reactor or a hip-hop tyrant? He gets really mad, slings his headphones down he's like, "Fuck it, I quit I'm retired from this shit," turns around and comes out of retirement What happened? Did I inspire this? It ain't my fault your homeboy can't come out with a fire diss Even if he did fire three times, I'm gonna survive, miss This dude clocked back in to slob on the caucasian dick But hey, it's okay if you dip out, raised to spit How am I at fault for your boyfriends laziness? Old MacDonald don't have a farm, that's a cage he in My shit's set in stone like I laid the shit Pellet gun shorty, that's a baby clip Little guy don't spit, get him a baby bib They don't ride a wave like I, my blood type be KTM You blow smoke and flip-flop like that Katie bitch "Upchurch stop," I can't, like champagne all I do is pop This guy goes to sleep at night with the song WHITEBOY's on repeat alot Sticks his foot in his own ass, and his dick in a sock Plane flying over, let me wait 'til it's gone What was I sayin'? Something about a dick and a sock Well, fuck it, he ain't gettin' no pussy 'cause he can't beat the box Just think, all this shit is just comin' off of the top My talent skill so high they can't even see my spot And if they found it, fuck it, front door, I keep it locked They're like, "You're on drugs," well, if I am, atleast I ain't gotta by the cheapest rock Hillbilly venom, one bite with these teeth, you deceased and rot No flow, no heart, anybody can see the clot I got big balls, drop 'em on your head like Vietnam My face, my voice, burned in your head like a Lil Wayne CD-ROM Can't kill me, if you do I repeat spawn Fuck you diva, you Tom's uncle or an Uncle Tom You are takin' L's, blah blah blah blah dot com "I'm a reaction channel," you sir, are not I got the magic stick, beat your ass with a wand Go ahead, do what you want, cut it up make a YouTube Short JK Rowling fixin' to take y'all to court for creatin' a new disease called hog warts I mean, hey, you'd be a pro if dick ridin' was a sport Up and down at that chair, I bet them thighs got torque My initials are R.E. and I be reinforced And when this shit exports he gonna scream 'til it leave him hoarse But hey, keep thinkin' you the source While I gallop and kick you little bitches 'til I'm knee deep in dwarfs Church, motherfucker I won, you thought there was a piece of paper somewhere Ah-hah