Stupid Dope Moves Oscar O'Neill

Verse 1:
Dear God, forgive me for I’m a demon
A practicing heathen, guerrilla mind-state every season
Distributing lesions across the body, forcing a seizure
As long I’m breathing, I’m putting pressure on every region
Dear God, you need to get here, it’s kind of a zoo
Rocket launching niggas from Edgemere to Kalamazoo
Dual wielding switchblades and Soul Calibers too
Dropkicking Samaritans and any challengers too
I don’t wanna act civilized, I’m finna staple your mouth shut
Now I’m in the box for disorderly conduct
Brass knuckles to your eyelid that’s 4-5 stitches
I’m the type to go on blind dates with cross eyed bitches
Even niggas who don’t respect me show me serious love
Because they know the flow nastier than period blood
This marks the return of the boom-bap
Y’all niggas know that New York is where it’s at, I Max Relax

Chorus:
Just coolin, I max relax
Say, what you doing?
Just coolin, I max relax
Say, what you doing?
Just coolin, I max relax
MAX RELAX, MAX RELAX (Repeat x2)