Villain got banished
Refused out the US
He ain't even Spanish

Sock with a hole
Miss the mean streets of LA, a pothole pro
The gold, though, in the nick of time

To kick a slicker rhyme, do your face like knockin a line
No, not deported
Be a little minute before things get sorted

Known to get money, never got caught, kid
Escape with a soft skid, short bid
Knock on wood, dope for plastic

Rock so hood, hope on spastic
Put it on the Ritz
Put your bull%#@! facial recognition on fritz

I'm afraid you're sadly mistaken
Spit it like a bad piece of bacon
Take the bread

Even if you gotta lay down on the ground and fake dead
Grab that, way out the habitat
Where the rabbits is at, far from the lab rats

Man's right to know
Contemplate that as these hands write the flow
It ain't done yet

He'll let ya know some of the results come sunset
Til then, pack ya bowl
Jack it to ya crack hoe with the black soul, coal

Tune the diamond
Just so ya know it ain't some buffoon rhymin'
Hey, watch ya tonsils

End up in the hospital, not responsible
Bust that gizzard
Then start to think how it ain't worth the risk - is it?

Third degree black belt flow
Whoop his monkey $$# 'til the track felt slow
Melt snow, now that's gold

Blowin' Them, make funds, wow, that's cold
Stole on Them, throws them dice
Cool Them down, set to overflow with flow with ice

Macro to Micro, begin, into your skin
Villain strikes again
Equivalent to hundred-thousand milligram Vicodin

Not for nothin'
Your guess is worth more
Barefoot, doin' Rick James on a dirt floor

Dirt poor, like don't get your shirt tore, boy
Crown of thorns, chain made of razorblades
Gallon adorn homemade blazer suede

ABout to retire
Sit up somewhere in the sun and breath fire
That includes tipsy gettin'

We get it in like your big fat gypsy wedding
No more thuggin'
But don't think you won't get slapped kid, you buggin'

It's all love, rhyme with more dough
Remind me of the fine wine time, raw flow


Not to interrupt
But anybody else notice time's speeding up?
Make your local police worry monthly

And won't be nowhere nears your country
Grown, and got no time for Them
Naps on his belly, do not hold onto iPhone

(*##$es don't knock me, slack jaw
Don't speak Afrikaans, @@#!ney, or patois
Last off the corner

Only thing in this is blasting off on Warner
Super Villain, smooth sicko
Why oh why did I leave that booth

That's not up for debate
Be straighter than straight off a big gulp of V8
If she wasn't so bent

She'd know how the camel got it's nose in the tent
Please, enough's enough
Don't get snuffed with the key to the cuffs

Gs on your bluffs
Keys to the cuffs