Yo, I'm just getting warmed up
The op is my big dickhead
He says I'm beastin' and rending
The beast when I'm makin' it
For the chef's sake, in a press stage
The best taste case paid by the test made
But his best taste case pays his gap
Back, back, back, back
Now stay there, don't you come to my layer
You'll be takin' a fall, I can break it all in there
Charge for repair
I'm Mr. Fix-it, I smith the world in
Fence the pink in this mix of butter, and got gettin' it
So I pick up art that curses, in return, I'm blessed with verses
That's the draft, he's a Rolly
Act a tool, you don't know me
Oh my, I'm burnin' it, I ask her fast
Follow me, it's the level of talent
Of this talentless rappers
They used to call me a wigger
Now what, what, what, what—cracker
Now they stagger, stagger, stagger
The op is my big dickhead
He says I'm beastin' and rending
The beast when I'm makin' it
For the chef's sake, in a press stage
The best taste case paid by the test made
But his best taste case pays his gap
Back, back, back, back
Now stay there, don't you come to my layer
You'll be takin' a fall, I can break it all in there
Charge for repair
I'm Mr. Fix-it, I smith the world in
Fence the pink in this mix of butter, and got gettin' it
So I pick up art that curses, in return, I'm blessed with verses
That's the draft, he's a Rolly
Act a tool, you don't know me
Oh my, I'm burnin' it, I ask her fast
Follow me, it's the level of talent
Of this talentless rappers
They used to call me a wigger
Now what, what, what, what—cracker
Now they stagger, stagger, stagger
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