Dunce Fitted

Intro:

- Yo, Jak I showed-I showed my friends and shit, (ah, man), I show-I showed like ten friends I-I think one or two, uh really liked it
- You know, your shit's trash, bro
- The rest kinda lose one or two they want a fence
- (inaudible) grabbin' out for you?
- Yeah, man, I don't know what you doin' bruh I like 'em, hah
- Your shit's trash

Verse:

Yo, uh, weed head (uh?), I'mma die in a crash like Abi Folger's
Blunt burned holes in the pullover
Cadaver in the trunk with the poles pulled over
Pulled dro, shook in the whip like Rifkin pulled over
Nah, not really, that's just done for the sport (Nah)
Some couldn't stomach my thoughts
Perhaps when I was a youngin, one would have thought
His parents found the head of a cat in a plastic bag, under the porch
But they always knew something was off, tongue is a fork
Met the Devil once, we spent months in and talked
Walk one with the force
If I was rich I'd buy guns for the poor and stash weapons in the glove of my Porsche
Fuck a dope fiend, I chew shroom caps over booze
I'm the Hip Hop art deflect laughing with the gat in my grill (Ahahahaha!)
Keep an arm's length, it's not about the ones you aren't, or are vets (Nah)
It's just I'm not really hearin' bars yet (Word)
I chop up a rapper and scatter his limbs to be collected by armed feds
So it become far fetched
Not a upper Google rapper or Toon Loop maker, get a life
I picture CDs like Chris Elliott tossin' newspapers (Wow)
Slay daywalkers or moon phaser
I be out slayin' daywalkers a moon phaser
Lick blood, human tongue become a barrel, lick shots
Hydrochloric parts meant to strip hot
At the door vibe on some Karl Hungus
My grip twist carpals, CG image, marvel with it
Watch cloud sitting, pourin' all
This album another obese house ridden, corpse to haul
Curse to Gods at war with all, nightmares are arid all
Shark lines slip through deep with an orenthal
Fatal Dose emblem, wrapped in crib cables, chop beats
Break boards and split tables
I tip cradles
My shelter peacoat from all free though smell like lit basil

Outro:

We belong to a family who makes ingenius and murderous toys, imagine, toys handled diabolically by our ancestors, to kill and destroy!