06 [OF Style Beat]

My rhymes go harder than a dick on viagra

And I cum so much I make fun of Niagara

Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws

Burn trees all day and then bump the Flog Gnaw

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Bitches on my dick that pop lock and drop it

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

Tune in, turn on, drop out to stay cool

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

Listen to the music, increase your mind’s worth

Sellin’ weed mother fucker, just to fund my stupid antics

Breakin’ laws daily impress all the dumb chicks

So they can gimme head and suck it balls deep

Smack any fuckin’ bitch who try to use their teeth

Burn a house down just to see the flame

Who you know be fresher in this fuckin’ game?

The lines they flow lyrically, spherically, round in my head

But I can’t be held responsible for the things that I said

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

And I help ‘em in the deli when I show ‘em my meat

Just when you think I’m finished I come through again

Makin’ your jaw drop when I say I promote sin

When I first started rappin’ I’m sure you had doubt

But I’m done on this track, so I’ll peace the fuck out