Sizzling

[Intro]
All these niggas and all these hoes in here
Somebody here's gon' fuck

[Verse 1]
I don’t know if I can do this track
Without fucking it up
Coming in with a smile
Leaving everyone with a grin
Everyday I’m writing raps
Witnessing my come-up
Or witnessing the setup for my fall
Those two are synonyms
Funny little thing, rapping
Pretty interesting
Looking for fire rhymes
And then leaving the beat sizzling
Bells are jingling, I am conditioning
The association between my songs and fun
For those listening
Now kids
Take out your god damn pencil
And take some notes, these are quotes
None of this is accidental
This is essential:
May the goal be money or fun
This is the only differential
Between me and wack rappers
The gap is exponential
I’m going mental
I’m getting revengeful
Twist your body in a knot
Make you look like a pretzel
Everyone begging me stop
But I’m the devil, I got potential
To be the next one, on the rise
Writing rhymes and getting high
These things just pop in my mind
I spend time to get it right
On my way to the horizon
I’ve got every step in my sight

[Chorus]
I get high
I get high
So, so high

[Verse 2]
My raps are funny, twist your tummy
Like a sick baby vomiting on his mummy
Omae wa mou Shindeiru! Nani!?
We performed a theatre for school
And I played the granny
Let me just explain this
One day I’ll be famous
But not me
I’ll be known as Amadeus
It might be dangerous
A pain in the anus
To tell them that that ain’t us
But I don’t want no fame bruh
I just want a quiet life
Writing songs and getting high
In my raps, wear a disguise
I could be anyone I like
Ever thought about that?

Best of both worlds
Like Hannah Montana
Together with my girl
Be a myth figure like Santa
Wear a bandana
I’m skilled with the Katana
Ain’t got no time for banter
Chilling in the land of
The free, the high, the dream, my life
It’s just a piece of pie or cake, that’s right
I roll up a joint and them I’m feeling allright
Got weed and good music, I won’t be leaving tonight
Staying up till five, I need time
To perfect these rhymes
Or I just half-ass it, mad rapid rap savage plastic rag
Better than 90 percent of these americans