Barboons and Lorikeets

[Intro]
It's all vile

[Verse]
It's about bars, I deadlift like Arnold
Flying carpals and drive cars cruel
I can't open your car roof, I'm high off car fumes
I kill kids in the whips, givin' that Lashanda Armstrong carpool
Sleep and haunt you, spark you
Leave you slumped in a park coupe
Watch your ghost float from your corpse, playin' harp tunes
Rappers get stuck up 'til they get stuck up, after rappin' they startle
I beat divas like, satin and sparkle, you got no fuckin' marbles?
I don't need G's, I battle for free
I only collect deep tongues and tonsils
Cut my own throat during a verse, and finish a gawker
Free hawkin' homes it's on too, your shooters will need to arm you
You need a flak vest and military personnel to guard you
You versus me I'm 7:30 (hahaha), funny farm coupe (Yeah)
Funky nerve gas damage, flashbackin' like 'Nam troops
Lemme get these bars too (Yeah)
Dome start, I'll stuck penis in your bitch if we argue
This is all I do, barboons
I smoke wet, mixed with dark glue
Face-fuckin' some bitch from art school
Face in a dress, watchin' Faces of Death Part 2
Flow harder than mausoleums in marble
I get carnal, any animals gettin' fuel vest and hardballed
I'll punch you in the chest so hard I put my arm through (Yo, man)
And show the people behind the cameraman, some of y'all hard too
What you rep? I'm from Mars, dude
I'll slap your face onto the side of your head like a Daffy Duck cartoon
Ahahahaha