Brick oven.

[Verse]
In and out; I don’t hang around
I ain’t here to rap, I’m here to make sounds
Caveman flow; bit from A-Town
*nonsense* (Whatcha’ say, now?)
Bitch, don’t act like you don’t know
Turn the whole damn world to The You Don’t Show
Saying you "don’t like that" and you "don’t like this"
You don’t gotta take offense ‘cause I won’t give a shit
But since you do, I’ll give yo’ ass a reason
Story time; let me tell you what I was dreaming last night
Had a flashlight up my ass; shone out my mouth and served as a beacon for all the transpeople to come and skeet in
Swallowed that shit like pride and Cheese Whiz
Woke up then went back to sleep and dreamt I had a sis to go Crimson Peak with
Ask about me, I been indecent
Ain’t shit new; I make hips move on the libertines
Got the groove for the sickos
Suck my own dick in the back of the limo
Scared of what this music might do to the kiddos
But when I start rapping, they all scream “Ditto!”
“Beats me, nigga,” said the sado slave master
Came then proclaimed black lives ain’t matter
Shit
Well, fuck
Now he's talking about he wanna be a cuck
Well, this dick ain’t free; shawty wanna ride, this young buck gon’ need young bucks
Broke boy fresh; look, don’t touch
This ain’t sauce, muthafucka, this pus
Ain’t a doc living that could clean this cut
Nasty by nature, tetanus on my hook

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[Hook]
Check out my brick oven
Ingredients have been snuck in
This is the kitchen that I live up in
If you can’t take the heat, then dammit, don’t come in