Spew

[Verse]
My flow is tactical, rational, radical and psychopathical
But my mom yellin' at me 'cause the trash is full
And I'm just tryna pack a bowl
Tragical, classical, masterful, spitting mathematical
Whack-a-mole with magical bags of coal like, Santa ain't shit
Jocked him for his sleigh and it repainted
Everybody was like, "Oh my God, where's Saint Nick?"
Bitch, calm yo' ass down, it's not like you would thank him
In fact, he got you a blacked-out Cadillac but it's got fake rims
And I am, nothing but the man, who's tryna snort some Xans
And my squad full of hands, bitch, I got the plan
Drugged out, crashing whips, like my name is Stan
Droppin' bombs like Afghanistan
I get so high off this gram in my spaceship
Goddamn, when will I ever land? I'm making my stand
Use too many curse words and you might get banned
Well bitch, I got an f-word brand, and my flow's so sick
Now you got a swollen gland, and no-one can ever fuck with my fam
I'll leave them buried in the sand
I walk in the bank like a scam, and walk out the bank with them bands
I ain't give a fuck if they ran, pussy boy 'bout to get slammed
I am not the fan, no mothafucka, I am Dirty Dan
But I don't really give a shit if I go viral
My eyes low and I'm flyin' over the hydro
Twisted minds make me think I'm psycho
Bitch, I be bustin' in like a rhino
Let me soar, mothafucka, I am dino
She slit her wrist and the wounds were vital
Well, I say fuck that bitch, she ended your chance for survival
I'm rippin' you up like my finals, yo' weed smell like pinecones
I wanna do acid and escape the time zone
But wait, where did my mind go?
You should really let my rhymes grow
I would overdose on heroin and let everything die slow
And I ain't give a fuck if I die without a title, ayy
Pass the mic though, you know KOTY got that hype blow
And I should write more 'cause I think I'm already caught up in the deadly cycle