Beast Hastings

High concept
Low budget
The low-brow clown you don't know how to fuck with
You don't wanna know me - I'm a basket case
I'm yellin' "Fuck your dead homie 'til the casket breaks"
Cro-magnon with a chrome magnum
Toy lickin' hollows if you get your boy followed
I'm grimy
My shit's fake? Try me
For his kid's sake I hope a constable don't find me
I step in with the weapon - I shot the sheriff
And the deputy
Checkin' me, yeah they wanna get next to me
Ya dumb enough to come I run you for your equity
Small-talkin' and I'm violent
Please stay silent
Talkin' small works to a motherfuckin' giant
Runnin' your mouth?
Y'all just runnin' in place
I break the bank then I break your face

Don't say shit
Ain't seen shit
On my spaceship runnin' that G shit

Dissent then I'm set to kill
Been sent like a sentinnel
I'm movin' up from movin' down
Stacks on max
I'm the gent sellin' sacks full of fentanyl
I grow trees, no joke - animal druid
I'm throwin' G's, gettin' soaked in that vaginal fluid
What's a goon to a goblin?
Off them so often - what's a goblin to a god then?
Take a good look
I am that hood crook
Droppin' knowledge that got 'em shook
Like if Scarface is your favourite movie you ain't got no favourite book
They hatin' but they ain't sayin' that name
Instagatin' hate, movin' weight, placin' that blame
Dope art isn't fake
Wanna win at the rap game?
Don't participate

You're welcome, Based God