No Rage

Hey
Yuh, aye

How are you feeling?
I'm feeling good
I stay balling just like I should
Every hour you are sour
I am happy
You are glad
Don’t call me papi, bitch call me dad
That strange one Rage back on the mic
I eat some cereal with a fork and a knife
I'll switch it up and put a sheet on a table
Grab your girl perform a Dipper, no Mabel
I'll turn around and underperform
Words coming out like a sauce platform
I bool with the squad
I never switch up
Getting cut is how bitches wind up
I sneak up, a Ninja no Gaiden
You old and frail, look like Joe Biden
You come at me like Galick Gun
I’ll still whoop you like you're my son

Hey, hey
Watch out
I kept it calm
No rage
No rage

Aye, yo
Peace out