Theze Rapperz Z (of Firing Squad)

[Intro]
FiringSquad
Z
Huh

[Verse 1: Z]
Look I'm tired of these rappers
They go Yami in the origami
I probably force salami on they mommies if the whore was on me
They more punani than a sloppy from a porky blondie
I'm torches chopping when my orphans breaking portions calmly
My folks who know me better get some sharks to run up on me
They Katana till they gun his bodies and rotty talk that gutter oddly
I work wasabi through they posse to make me punch a shawty
Maneuver with my brothers watching for bitches
I ain't talking thotties
Smoking broccoli, hustle poppy like I'm breaking toffee
Caking off this choppy like I'm talking with a side of coffee
I'm sitting stalky, swinging Rockies, better slide up by me
I'll slap you just for riding cocky
Small problems, the size of jockies
Whore you're not enough for fucking naughty
I'll knock your head off if you try to top me
You stretch 'em out like street pilates
To see the side of ya
I only speak to bodies that meat is riding
I'll feed the ridees that speaking Gandhi
Peace 'em out if they sleeping on me
I'm Rick and Morty off a 40
Tell a different story
He speaking trigonometry to a zombie feature
Just listen for it
They mis-informative, they beefing
Then I'll split the foreman
Shocking like this shit was storming
Endorphins won't be sitting dormant