Prod. ALMIGHTY ACZAVIER
Lyrics:
This beat is immature
I guess I better get back on the school bus
Shut the fuck up because this beat is too nuts
Yea, I'll take the tool out but not get get too loud
Man, this beat is kind of annoying
I might just tune out
Boy, I come from the boondocks, now cool down
Before I get the sticks and do a double boomdown
Put me in the corner, I might lose it
Ya know, ya never know with a loser
Run you down in my old school bluie
It'll get gooey
Your woman, introduce me
Oooey, no hawk fooey
Talk for a couple minutes and it's nudies
Put me in the water and I'll find buoys
I did background on Judge Judy
It was really kinda moody
Like, it was really kind of scripted
Not to pick fights but this is a Cliff mic
This is a Cliff night
I'm Batman, I'm a bad man, I'm in the back of the van
Not to go off on a tangent, but I got a plan
If you got the men, let's get it in
I've been hitting the gym
I've been spinning these cycles like a ceiling fan
Organic, I'm a man, no needles or crack
I'm as high as the top of the atlas
Pheromones catnip
Darkwing Duck or something
Or a Disney prince or something
They got my prints in the system
I can't say I did when I didn't
Got you in a trance, how you're feeling this shit
I'm crossing that line like a pilgrimage
I'm good in the hood like a warmup fit
Don't ask me about no cornbread
I'm from Wisconsin, that's corny
I'm the king, you better adorn me
Yea we got the midwest charm but we get ornery
Get over it
Check your privilege, that's over with
I'm a golem, I'm a polar bear
Yap yap, she got a yap
Bow bow, bow
See, I can do it too but I ain't part of the crew yet
Milwaukee is like a movie set
All these little moving sets
All I can do is do my best
And I'm on 10 whenever I step
Motormouth flow like I keep a Tech
God as my witness and my vest
Fans asking how I remember everything I said
And I don't really, I just freestyle when I forget
Abusing these bigots, and these fakes
I pray these Jakes, and these Karens, get the fade
Shout out the good parents
I dare you to keep it straight
Even if you're overpaid, or you're hanging off your mate
Do it your own way and that's a lot of weight
Keep the pace
And when you're doing great
Don't be afraid to have a piece of cake
Or cop a new gold chain
Or spit a hot new 68
That's fate
