DAD!

Had three dads, one left but I got a bag of gas for that ass

Speakin of ass, these hags want the brass

Walkin like they never had a cock to fuck n talk about

Rock a whole roundabout with a glock of doubt

I'll clock a crocodile with mad style

Fly on the wall, high bove it all

rap in a shawl, catch a called last night

and never back, weather's black again

Step on a crack for mom and get to whackin it

attack the kraken or get a spot in palms

Jesus back was blast-worthy

I call the master to get a pass to please slash hurt me

Please shirt me with gold and rose petals

I never could hold my metals or get my prose on schedule

I rep for the devils and sin when its better than

spendin time with a kettle. Get it?

Thinner minds won't bother.

I get a little hot and stop stallin in the water

Ima killer monster than zilla's father

I stay tick talkin until the bark get farther

the arc of my spark is the collar