Vomit on a bloody sweatshirt.

[Verse 1]
Stuck on the fringe with a bowl of creamy chicken Maruchan and a cold Clear American in the fridge
Bum life
I got four fingers and a thumb; “wife” is what I call her
Holler if you hear me
If you’re quiet, you a lie
Like the devil, I dun’ fell from the sky
I ain’t built for this impact
I want my wings back and my sin scratched from my record
I’m too demanding to be rockin’ a F for effort

Expelliarmus with the flow, boy
Gold bars trick you into thinking I’m a solid gold soul
Coy? - A whole ploy designed to trick thighs into letting that Trojan in
I ain’t a poet, shit
I’m a dog, my features are gettin’ clearer
Reverse Animorphin’, no more courting, midnight approaching
The compulsion is critical
You’re smokin’, I’m ignoring the Surgeon General
Thirst level like a goat to that mineral
Thinking purely seminal; pause for the literal
Once I’m done with you, then I’m fuckin’ Uncle Phil’n you
Girl, fuck out of here with all of that jazz
I just treat you how I treat myself: half-bad
The other half better; but lesser evil ain’t good
Don’t I know it; well, why don’t I show it?
‘Cause I’m too busy skippin’ practice, ‘cause I don’t preach
I ain’t say I was the answer; if you feel me, that’s a reach
Listen to yourself; I’m a dummy and a leech, your honor

Oskar Kokoshka of rap

[Verse 2]
Yet and still, they’re all shallow; I’m Barry White
I shouldn’t have to say it if I am, but you’re the scary type
So I know that all I gotta do is put some bass in my voice and you’ll believe
Rolling in the deep like a pill, I’m addicted to the high of the thud when your brain hits the mud after a faithless leap
Your answers don’t satisfy? I’ll dive from the brink
I’ma find it, I’ma see, third letter in the thing that I place ever-so-gently inside your Lila
She say it’s too short, I’ma hit her with the “k.”
I could care less, she gon’ get an “O” eventually
Folk know I’m an alien; “AYYs” when they mention me
Laughing my ass off, I’m flirting with the beat
Just the thought I might go deeper got it feeling like a creek
That wet flow, slow flow
Bitch, I’m a Slowbro
That clam give me teeth, then I just might peak
Make me have to chase it, I’ma rise to the occasion
Treating every challenge like a fresh plate of bacon
Nobody loves this as much as me
You hang from the nuts of me
You is exactly what it would suck to be
Bitch, please; your cloth ain’t cut from me
Now go and wash the blood out that cheap shit
Or hit me back on some rap beef shit

That elite shit