Mr. Orange

[Verse 1]

Two shots unravel in my abdomen
Acting mad again, past mad at that extent
Hoes on these streets just roaming like the vatican
Actin' hard but dicks are flaccid, flat again

As masculine as Rowan Atkinson playing Badminton
I cause deadly pathogens, paving paths for rapping non-Africans
A natural born catalyst, smacking masochists, man
Sad critic panelist, sorites half-ravenous

I can stand the bitches like bad cannabis
It's sad when these sad, douche-bags become a fan of this
It's random but the devil's who I'm dancing with
Attacking rappers I'm in hands of shit
And if I have no chance then what your chances, bitch?