THE CALF

[Intro]
Section four, "THE CALF"

[Verse 1: CAMOGOD]
My money so long, it go here to Japan
I texted yo bitch and she said she a fan
I ain't finna fight, have bro handle your mans
She bounce on my dick, she get all on my glands
Ain't fuck wit' the rollie, get Audemar then
Why is you talkin'? You ain't got no motion
Just quit all the rappin', start handlin' pans

[Verse 2: Chi-Chi]
Yeah, my money long like my legacy, uh
Short, but you can't get ahead of me, ha
Kickin' your shins, crush your balls like they tin, 'cause you know I ain't doin' this shit for free
Hear what I said, I don't do this for free
Either crushing your sack or you're payin' my fee
And don't think you can flee or ring up IRC
Yeah, your balls meet my wall 'less you give me my fucking money

[Verse 3: Freeced]
My money long like a pine (Dollar tree)
My money long and it pine (Bark for me)
My money long– (How long?)
(Lepus Europhaeus) Lucky rabbit feat
(Uh, 'cause Freeced is the vocalist)
My money long (Overall gross, college basketball betting from Vegas in March)
Your money gone (Overall gross, and your wallet cheeks closer than Engels and Marx)

[Verse 4: DayumDahlia]
My money long like my horns (Not a real demon; shut up)
Longer than your mans lastin' with porn
He's up on his data, but stuck like a beta
You know he gon' pray for the day where he tear up my leggings (Yeah, huh)
He be begging
Hard like the pavement, I step like a kaiju
Want me to strap it, but I ain't inclined to (Yeah, that shit was horny)
It's just what my mind do, haha

[Verse 5: AfroLegacy]
My money long like the whole world had joined in a conga
Long like the Case Closed manga
Your money short like you picked a poor sponsor
My money tall, Frankenstein's monster
Your money short just like Nina or Peeacchi or Chi-Chi or Chubbz, ain't seein' a growthspurt
My money long like I'm waitin' for roadworks
Long as the paper they give out as homework

[Verse 6: Ilyssaa]
My money longer than Pipimi's head top (That's long head)
I got more gas than a rest stop (Load it up)
I got that tech like a desktop (Computer)
You get your clothes from a sweatshop (Unethical)
There is no ethical consumption under capitalism but I'm still gonna eat this beat (Are you serious?)
Factory farms have this country in a chokehold, but I'm still gonna eat this meat

[Verse 7: McGwire]
Ayy, ayy, my money long like Jake
Bitch, I'm draggin' this shit, I got cabbage and shit
And I'm pullin' you weeds out the way
My life ain't a movie, my life is a salvia trip and I–
I-I'm sorry, almost every time I go to a convention someone brings up the Obama poop jokes thing from the last cypher
It's done, i-it's not funny anymore, it was barely funny when I did it
And it's– it's like move on, get a job, live a life, have a family, like, love those around you
You're not a soundboard, you're a person, so start acting like one, bitch

[Verse 8: Oddwin]
My money long like the longest of links
I don't sleep on the money, prolonging the bling
If I blink then I'm obviously blind from the bling
Knock off his top, we gon' shoot through his dreams
My shooter cross-eyed, he aim for the spleen
I go help with his aim 'cause we work as a team
Money spread long as the span of the wing
Yo money long as the list of people using Bing

[Verse 9: Dtrey]
Ayy, haha
My money long like PE$O PETE backyard
Ham had to get me just to make the track hard
Hunnid K special, you know that we racked up
Ori took three hours for this damn verse
My money long like this DMV in my fucking city, I'm sick and tired of this shit, bro
I get in there at 6 and I leave at 5 the next day

[Verse 10: Velocity]
M-my money long like a vector
Your money funny like jesters
Step to my section, you gettin' sequestered
Chopper turn 'em to a specter
My money longer than the distance I can cover on this motorcycle, going fast as fuck, holy shit
Push the whip, you slow as bricks
You ain't ever gettin' close to this

[Verse 11: Oricadia]
Ayy, my money long like my pictures of cats
My money long like I shot out the bag
My money long like a Johnald release
My money long like I shot up from three
So many men in my pocket like Grindr
So many men in my pocket like me
So many men in my pocket like binder
Mix Williams, I hope you fall and sprain both of your knees

[Verse 12: Nina Hope]
My money long like me
(Girl, that ain't much, ain't you like five feet?)
I know, and that's why I charge a fee for every track I write and sing
(Speaking of, Ham, I know it's not the best time and I'm not tryna pull a Kickflamez, I promise, but could you maybe slide me like five dollars for this? I could really use it)
(Wait, wait, where are you going? N-no, no, no, don't leave, I really need to afford NPC next year)

[Interlude]
Get your legs out
We man spreading all 2025

[Verse 13: ASTRSK*]
My money long like Britney shit
Oop, I hit again
My money long like DJ Khaled shit
We the best
Pockets rolling hella deep
I feel like Adele
I don't know the last line of the meme
Yeah
Uh, hello

[Verse 14: Koijin]
This my first on the track, I can barely record
Had to get some help from my friends on Discord
Told me download some shit I can barely afford
Like damn, nigga, this shit could feed a family of four
Got my money runnin' long like a yaoi bookstore
Men on men stacked so high, I can't even see my floor

[Outro]
Yeah