Didnt play four square
Change direction mid air, No cares
Country boy with no shoes or nothing

They think im really bluffing

Ash the blunt politely into an empty stella

Corpses of my better verses at the bottom

I Dont play well with others

Somethings fishy i can really smell it

I really wanna clock you in the melon
I really wanna fuck you up cousin
Ill fuck your mother like her husband doesnt
Sex sells baby Karmal said its for the metrics

Small town sheriff dreams of big bust
I Need a big titty bitch,
Im dumb as fuck honestly ill play into it now
They really been tryna figure me out

Get a little bourbon in the kid and he will fuck with yah
Get a little liquor in him might start mouthin off on em

Secretly I always want to
I might even try and fuck a cop up
Really get it poppin

Your girls on my dick but all parties are consenting
Unrelenting
They say he paints and honest picture
But Most the time im just rhymin

Quarter cup of baylees cause imma quarter irish
Mustang Interior still feels like an escort
Hows that for superior firepower
One hundred million horsepower, shields at the ready
Now we going right back to machetes

Upsetting
Basshunter homie trying to get his facenumb
Bass hunter yeah im really out here playin Dota

In kindergarten with the zipper on my scrotum
My real ones know bout that one


Did it for the love and the money and the love of money
Played my role, them and the understudies are buddy-buddy
My album photos are what they used to cover in puffy
Got a taste for mango lassi, they cucumber chutney.
Time machines are up and running, where you wanna go?
Death in every engine, kissin curbs, huggin roads
Beneath each gate’s pearly feet, another tunnel grows.
Reinvented carbon copies cryin for their mother molds.
Been writin slower than screams seem in bad dreams.
In the garden tryna free green leaves from cracked seeds.
Dirt on my name? Know I’m last in the league.
With the faith Mike had when he passed it to Steve
For the last shot, their face card is a scam op.
train of thought directed at the throne now it’s a passed stop
Got me feelin like Dre in the ragtop
As Ms Badu’s diggin graves in the backdrop. "

------ Defcee

and This Shit is just math
Im dumb as fuck but i get math

Aint got discourse bout a shit post
Got love for the game man fuck the stats

These days I really get to rambling
You a playboi carti fanboi
You a donald glover fan boy
Ampersand im on my last nerve with yah

These days on Twitter Im real bitter
Im just as bottled up on here as in Person
Many days I wonder is it worth it
Get into some shit IRL with my girl wanna kill myself

Used to really imagine myself playin on television
And youtube too
The future is a weird place dude
Im in the southern tier right now
But its not elmira

In a hotel in the poconos
Smoking loud in the parking Lot
Im a courteous guest
I left a sweet little note and a tip for room service
When I left