Rokit

That clown niggas catch a gangster round
I can control y’all niggas when I embrace the mound
My arm is goose [?]
Only difference my shit heavy and smooth like the head on Lou [?]
My pen, it plays the part of a sex demon
The words shoot out all over the page in blue semen
In reverse, it’ll sell like Marcus Neiman
[?] in your throat for scheming
[?] darts to bars, you can swim through the line
My pH balance like the tears of Christ in this time
I do this for Nazareth, study under the Arabics
Pray five times a day, then I’m out of it
Besides that, I wake up early
Deposit duffel bags to equal the weight of Big Shirley
Hardly been rained on, never been snowed in
Some say I’m like De La Hoya ‘cause I’m golden
Blowing like Biggie catalog, [?]
Killing [?] similar riffs as Beethoven
Hand on the garments, mock necks the bombest
Hecklers heck ’til I squeeze the Tec like Charmin
Bitches, you can call me on my cell phone
If you wanna get hammered and stuck just like velcro
You can put me on your ringtone
‘cause I keep that [?] just like a [?]