Untitled Song

Rappers jumpin' on my punched lines like it be the 80s

snorting cocaines, that be like propane

to your money, pull them from playing poker faces

to beggin' for mo' change, this the game,

if you wanna ace better train on the ways to play,

keep your bodily property properly maintained,

remember to oil your chain or all your base are belong to us,

in this monopoly we the players, you just the onlookers

we're layin' out dead presidential campaigns, while you got zero wings

We're rummagin', dungeoning with pegasus boots,

them fire rods, beggin' to shoot,

and show entire hordes the heat the hero packs in his loot,

you're the weakest link in the chain and the hook,

shovel barely large enough to take the place of my spoon