We V Rolex B (Ft. Broccoli Man, Life's Complex & Vile Diarrhea)

[Verse 1: Rolex B]
Check it, check it, yo
Simple similes got me fucking bitches like Sybian
I make the pussy so wet I’m basically amphibian
I can barely fit it in, she too tight and I’m too big
One wrong move and she’ll slip off and snap that fucker like a twig
Ow, this shit is rigged, like the election
I lose half my body’s blood supply when I get erections
Wrap it up so I don’t get sexually transmitted infections
All these betas staying virgins that’s just natural selection
And I’ll admit it, I’m whiter than some miracle whip
But ask anyone, they’ll tell you ‘bout my miracle dick
I’m not ashamed to acknowledge that my skin is vanilla
‘Cause my flow is Ghostface Killa, and I’m making my skrilla
I fear the shit that makes them cool rappers whack
Flow biters take my style, don’t give it back
I don’t want it, I don’t flaunt it, I’m on the attack
Fuck you up in the booth, fuck your chick in the sack

[Verse 2: Life’s Complex]
It’s young Miggy in my wallet I got $250
Don’t try to rob me cuz I brought the crew with me, um
Unless it work out like that one time at Walmart
Lost one tire to buy a damn controller that just don’t work
And DJango jacking it slowly
This ain’t my flow but fuck it bruh my dick above average
I lose 1/5th my blood supply when I get a nosebleed
They sayin I’m loud, but I don’t even smoke weed
I keep it lowkey, the grocery-eating homie
I hope you listen closely, you can keep your nose ring
You keep your team soap-free, but TTS is so clean
Nah we aren’t dope fiends, bro we are the coterie
So we stay talking how we 'sposed to be
Bout masochists and massacres and asses vs. mammaries
Won’t bother clapping at MattyB
Ain’t a rapper or group alive that can handle We