ALL CAPS NO SPACES JPEGMAFIA

[Intro]
Yo
Aight

[Verse 1]
Money talks, niggas walk
Young Reagan, I'll be damned if I take a loss
I cut it up, I ship it off
Young vet, I triple debt, I'm never wrong
Bitch nigga, I'm the bad man, the bad man
Made a mil' from the acting, the acting
Where the stats? I put crack on spreadsheets
I wish a bitch nigga would try to get me
I said I'm JPEGMAFIA, all caps no spaces
You coons be catching feelings, my niggas catch cases
I open hand slap a closed-minded nigga face in
Wish a nigga would like a tree at the base end
I root for the home team, ran for the bases
Niggas wanna be white, go and get a face-lift
You don't dapwell, we can't chill, yo, Das Racist
Rapping is my hobby
I am not an artist, I'm a ghost in a black body
Roll deep, white Caddy with a black shotty
Looking for that bitch nigga Hopsin in the lobby, like, damn
Shout out to the 'burbs
And all my niggas spitting fast to hide they shitty words, yo
One thing on my mind I can't figure
Is why every rapper Shady influence is a bitch nigga
Fucker