YALLSTILLSUCKATRAP

[Verse]
Snap crackle pop, '94 with the aftershock
Stout flip like zero honey, like I rap a lot
I could tell you rappers don't really rap a lot
Body styles; I pull mines out, out the Jack-in-Box
Pull the Sig out, out the Ralph, I bop
Pull up down to the boxer drawers
Now I sit on the horse then I draw like I'm Randolph Scott
Westbound 101, and I'm doin' 96 years
'Til infinity, third-eye excision with the .223-nado
Philosophy like Plato, mix your brain like bad kids with Play-Doh
Don't move until [?] say so
This rap shit is past time, intertwined with my demons, my style is fiendish
Cool like Carribieans
Spit the fruit he was eatin', thеn light the snake up; DDT in it
I know you see me thеn