Rackz Z (of Firing Squad)

[Intro: (Carl Goodman) Christopher Lloyd]
This particular piraña vanished off the face of the earth more than two-million years ago
The original piraña

[Chorus: Z]
Look
I've been doing this too long of falsifying these facts
Perform vibing on these tracks since vodkas riding in LAX
Lost a whole lotta stacks and I made a lot of 'em back
I raised my kids up in the trap and outta college in racks
Racks, racks

[Verse 1: Z]
Look
Stick me with my jet eyes
When I'm red-eyed I'm Chewbacca
I've been talking all this cacka since can-tools drinking vodka
In a plotting on a monster
I cliff dive 'em, no Mufasa
Knuckles dragging while I chop
I'm making guapa with this lava
Tell me to whip Chewbacca and against who's talking I chop they roster
Blocking the venue, eating menus sliding in like pasta
No sirloin with the lobster I'mma topper ramen mobster
All these compliments is awesome but I'm focused on this guapa
So cheese me and your greedy men
I'm tired of these seeds and stems
Steady right on top
You're jumping off it like it's EDM
Fuck if they ain't seeing him
He's sliding in the breezy wind
Just fucking on this beat with penis
No creeping in or bleeping him
He's truth
Aye
So why'd y'all flee if my family need me
Giving blame with a hammer with a matching beanie
Fools gon run but they're gonna have to see me
They face is tart like bitter drinking
I'm just kicking back to beginner thinking
Talk all that when they in a Lincoln, but call what haps when they think I'm feeding