Avocado

[Verse]
Everybody clap your hands, it’s my turn to spit shit
These syllable rhymes are twisted, complicated
Nothing I can’t handle, everything remains the same
Sick and twisted, ill, everybody’s got a name
All to themselves, but not me
Everybody noticed that I’m rap nameless, see?
This is Napoleonic, sickening to my stomach
I ain’t crushing that line, I’m just punching it
You don’t even know where I’m coming from, Bern
Out of nowhere, getting money to burn
Somebody’s turntables need to be fixed
Otherwise, this motherfucker’s a lunatic
What you gonna do while I’m getting signed up
To a fucking record label when the people line up
In a single file, single handedly under pressure
Like JAY Z, everybody’s got the whole lecture
I’m Avocado, bitch, everybody’s got the memo
I’m in the studio, making a brand new demo
Hailen’s in the house, giving you the shit you want
Just like Deuce being invincible, he’s the one
To point you in the right direction to the studio booth
Bitches say boo, we say fuck you
To these fake ass faggots who would hate us all they like
Either way, I don’t give a fuck about tykes
Or Mike Tyson the bitch with a tattoo on his face
Everybody noticed that I’m all over the place
Over the bullshit that I went through alone
I’m just chilling at home, waiting to go to Rome
Out there in Italy, waiting to be counted out
For the posing nude shit I really want to do now
I’m just telling you now, you might want to quit
Get it through your thick head, bitch, you ain’t done shit
Napoleonic signing out of this shit
If you don’t like it when I spit the truth, then fuck you bitch
Hailen’s in the studio, fucking around
With Napoleonic, guess I need a rebound

[Outro]
(Fuck this bitch...)