CM Punk

[Verse 1: Ro Ransom]
Young Coyote rocking black in the summer time
I'm the definition, you don't even have to underline
I'm bringing change, ten girls and every one a dime
Need top dollar if you wanna find one of mine
If I'm gonna rhyme, clear the deck and close the block down
Coming with the click and I ain't talking 'bout a drop down
Bring your girl around them Ransom boys she might get knocked down
This right here a B.I.G deal, coming for that 'Pac sound
Yeah, me I'm something that the game need
Hope it's not a race, cause we're not moving at the same speed
Sleeping with you but dreaming 'bout a Ora comma Rita
She gon' think I'm fucking crazy when I finally meet her
Let me show you how ridiculous it can be
Rappers is my sons, man I should've used a plan B
It won't happen overnight, but you could try to understand me
Man I'm way too high, you could never ever land me
Getting faded off that cough and cold
Fuck with me and I'mma leave you in your coffin cold
Silly rabbit, you ain't messing with my fresh at all
I show up at the show room and grab it off the wall
I ain't go to prom, don't ask who'd he go with
Still riding with the niggas I played Yu-Gi-Oh with
Get on the mic, make everybody in the studio sick
I ain't bout to be your baby daddy, stupid ho quit
Uh, I rock Hilfiger cause it's the family name
Five bad ones like I'm juggling Danity Kane
I was a nice guy, then the insanity came
Disaster jewels, I call this the calamity chain

Married to this shit, where the rice and the doves at?
Bagels out in Westport man that's where they show me love at
Me and Remy wildin' man I feel like a celebrity
Fashion's Night Out I'm stunting like I fucking better be
I'm Ransom, I'm MGz, I'm illRoots, I'm Limos
I'm handsome, I've been a beast, I'll kill you, with my trill flows
Man I'm just a teen still rappers take my swag though
I just make up new styles so I ain't even mad though
You ain't seen me in a minute, so here goes the fucking skinny
With a model out in Bedford having Mac Attacks at Vinnie's
All I know is she's not from here she looks like she's from New Guinea
She say Yote do it mega, all these other rappers mini

[Bridge]
Mishka tanktop long, can't see her short shorts
Combat boots she bought at the thrift store
I gave a little love but she said she wants more
Call me Night Sky Sparrow, I'm too motherfucking raw

[Verse 2: Ro Ransom]
Yeah I'm raw, selvedge denim need an oven and a side dish
You know I'm from Harlem bro the capital of fly shit
Rob on the beat, nigga you cannot deny this
Ain't got nothing nice to say so bow your head in silence
Man I'm tired of beating a horse that I killed;
I'm saying it now and I've said it before
Somebody told me she had a new man;
But I bet that that nigga's not better than Ro
Won't even go get competitive though
These other rap niggas can't mess with the flow
You want me to come through and bless at your show?
We need to talk bread 'fore I step in the door
I'm a professional bro, You don't have to confess to me girl
I know I'm CM Punk...Best in the world
Go to Sleep, Anaconda Vise, Pepsi Plunge
I'm about making classics and collecting funds
Ain't nobody ever heard your records on the streets bro
Takizawa Yote need that Eden of the East dough
Man I'm shotgun, reclined with my seat low
Go ahead and lie and tell yourself I ain't a beast though