[Verse 1: sweats]
Sorry to startle, it's just that I talk smarter cause
n***as out here drier than n***a hair after saltwater
I'm at a period where I'm leery, delirious, I'm
Still teetering on if I should take this sh** serious-
Ly bruce, off a gallon of jungle juice, proceed to
Watch me get loose and spread like a mothers cooch, the bread
Giving me a boost of effort, these n***as dessert, how am
I a better writer when all I use is my left, huh?
Young dastardly regurgitating battered dreams, these
n***as shellshocked cause I'm actually spitting casualties
But there's more to cry, and careers? there's more to die, I
Rip and rig b's like my f**ing name was mordecai
The critics backing off, now girls wanna jack me off
Miyagi on these papis tryna stop me, just wax em' off
I'm craving rappers so I'mma catch and lock em' up, you
Bore us, y'all n***as' raps poorer than some noxzema
[Verse 2: sweats]
Extra ordinary, on my dexter morgan, very
Coarse, look, another f**ing corpse to the morgue to carry
Young, bashful sweats? king of the castle, got
Me an a** full after some drug-induced ha**le
Smooth as silk when I step in the john wilkes and treat the
Beat like abe lincoln, like the f** was che thinkin? and
f** your raps 'bout inking and ballcaps from you
Corny mall rats, y'all can hold my ba**sack and all
'latt, I'm that good, sh**ting on these whack hoods, catch me
In some backwoods smoking on some dallas backwards
n***a, you absurd, your heiress wanna cherish, telling
Me her p**y's hairless, when sweats could really care less
These n***as dumb and dumb, they're looking like a lunch for some
Careers vegetative cause their raps are just cucumbersome
Here's advice: go mimic a strike, swiftly
Or you might just be the next I put six deep