What better time to come along with a line that could shred a book bind
Look find a word that I haven't took and rhymed
Word up to Crooked I syrup slurped and I'm high

Throw up a bird who in line on Death Row? that's Suge and I
I'm a $#&@ing cluster $#&@ of emotion
Poems as tough on the gut as just bustin up a guy's broken bowed shinbone

Only thing y'all can't reconstruct it it's hopeless
Like the pope just caught doing some dirty old biz robeless
The dopamine gotta be ropin em teens into the dope

Openly homosexuals glistening like Kobe's rings
Psycho clown killa the sound spiller I swallow some
Pills down then off a head or two with a down pillow

I'm the honoree you can't stand the thought of me
But it pays to be critical !@#^ytical so let it go!
Wipe down the mic when I'm done with it, cobra genes

The world on my back look now I'm doing the shoulder lean I said
Wipe down the mic when I'm done with it, cobra genes
The world on my back look now I'm doing the $#&@ing shoulder lean

YA!
I do the shoulder lean for these mother$#&@ers going cuckoo


This beat is on the speed every broad that cheerlead is on the D
Clearly I'm gonna breed tonight refer to Siri and let us see
Beer me and feel the beat I gotta pee I'm nearly about to leak

She's near me down on her knees, weary from all that weed
Stomach grumble something, clear me and puke
Can it be Rihanna's shirt sleeve? Venereal d-disease

She got it, she told me now she all teary dammit, just leave!
You hear me, I'm on E
Making out with this cougar she come yearly like birthdays

Cuckoo that I knew her dearly since before the first grade
Someone seriously in need of therapy broke a curtain rod right off
Speared me and now I bleed period I'm in deep

Trouble need hospital attention I'm drenched in blood
Like World War trenches but Here we go's all I see!
Inebriated Jake Steed takes three mother$#&@ers to

Pick him up carry his body and bury him on the green
Cheerios in her weave who but Roy
Is sick when he spit imperial when he breathes I'm

Cuckoo
I don't need a hook for this one


I don't need a hook for this one
2 dikes gimme funny looks Imma git some
Spikes on my wrist I'm going emo (*##$

Baltic ice on my wrist I'm going kilo rich
I'm going Diddy rich big enough that I can $#&@ these idiots
Up with hits and whip them uppercuts and split a lip

What up even cap a tough looking rapper thug
I crap on a life like apps just have to tap or touch me I'm cuckoo


I don't need a hook for this one