Lmfao

Uh, Kool wit' another one
Ooh, god damn, it's a better one
Coulda been number one hits
Heh, but your boy never play that shit, it's just rappin'
Look what the fuck happenin'
Fuck Tom Hanks on the Captain
Spittin' that African rhyme
Just woke up from a nap, man
Dude, I'm the man, you a trash can
Shout out the Lauryn Hill
He finna be a trash man now, that's good money
We in the hood runnin' hella little scam
Hit em with the meta-blam-blam
That's a spiritual pistol
Young [?] motor with the spherical piston
Can't get much flexin' in the [?]
Baby, I'm a motherfuckin' issue
Shout out to Issue
We in it like ink in skin tissue
Ya'll get stitches like a snitch do
Ay, fuck blue [?] said Vishnu, people
Seem me flip the scripts in the Hebrew
Aramaic wit' it
Trips in the Arabic, slay a bit
Ya'll straight bitch, I'm swearin' it
Kissed by the seraphim
Sick credit with the Vedic knowledges
Yea, I went to college, bitch
But the knowledge that I bring is beyond that
Truly astonishing, beyond rap, beyond man even
Heh, meet me on the sand [?], young gladiator
You mad, you a hater. Why you mad, player?
See you later, like a alligator or a crocodile
You don't see me in the wall
That's your front door with a steel in the smile
A deal in a while
Hella real in the style
You can feel how I die, get down, and back up again
Your boy hella blessed I'm a lucky man
Hit it in the bath with a clip, with a ducky [?]
[?]
Breakin' all my [?] up for the Ludakris song
Sit down for the anthem, fuck America
Fuck the American nation
Rather be Jamaican or Haitian, better yet Cuban
Kool A.D. more humid than human
Follow my nose like a Toucan
One man army but it feel like two man
Better yet Navy, who [?]
Look, your boy is so crazy
I feel like Jay Z in the 80's maybe
[?] I admit, I'm a 80's baby
Yes I'm the shit, you could pay me daily
Nothin' never phase me
Suckers get paisley darts to the neck
I'm smart with the arts in my [?] get the check
You know your boy sports sport with the best
Goin' through the park in the vest
You don't show up with the Kevlar
Call me killer heart I get hard
Plus lines my n- plus lines like my name was, um, Chris Gethard
Go dumb like a retard
Sorry if uh that was maybe out of line
I'm out of my mind like my uncle ro- run motown, what?
Get up in the pad, get mo down
Get the hootenanny, shindig, jamboree, hoe down
If you ain't -if you ain't knew now then you know now [?]
I could never slow down, no, nah, nah, not ever
See me on Valencia street with uh, Dave Eggert
Professional man of the letters, you a bed wetter
I'm a bread-getter, plus a head-getter
Dot on your chest like a red letter
Scarlet O'Hare with the literature
Ho [?] wit it, your bro [?] digits
Just as a hobby
Obi-Wan Kenobi told me in the lobby [?] kobe, what?
Posse on Broadway
Poppy [?]
You a Conway shopper [?] proper
John Jay Styles that's Loco
Drivin in the [?] Jorge in the Volvo
I'm a pimp I'm a chulo, I'm a cholo
You a wimp, you a loser, you a Bozo
You a shrimp, you a joto
Heh, you a git, you a hobo
See me on Fresno stalin' like [?]
Shit, in a cranberry DeSoto
You don't even know how my flow go
Every which way mayne
This day, every previous one and the next one, too
[?] how I rep you, check you
Microphone check
California, California, I'm a [?]
Best rapper in the world, everybody know
How many more seconds we got on this shit, let's cut this shit out, okay