Optimist, miss you know what I’m thinking The bottle is half full until I drink it Optimist, miss you know what I’m thinking But A word is just a thought until I ink it
Can’t you see that I’m already rich I’m trying to get richer than richYou rickety bitch Why don’t you unzip and lickety lick Then lickety split No trickery, just giggity giggity giggity goo Watching a Spiderman flick Puffing on Spiderman‘s chick I am a writer, where is my lighter, man quick Whatever it is, I was born and raised to handle that Since grandpa was riding on a camels back Because when I hit the stage I got the rage like it’s no other But in the streets I’m low-key like im Thor’s brother I got in a fight with Chuck Norris, it was a tie Murder the verses and leave the cord is to the side So am I just crazy insane or making my point When I get stressed I Jamaican my joint But why stop when I’m hot like a chai pot Are you old Van Dam. What the fuck is you a time Cop
You’re the worst, I’m is the antonym When I’m gone they’re going to feel me like a phantom limb I’m going and going and going. I should clone my status Into places at once like it’s quantum mechanics
Silly and Dilly Dallying He ain’t really rallying He aint able to hold that course Homie, he is a halfling. It’s baffling that he is dabbling in rapping. But my grandfather used to write a full-size horse
I told you, if I feel a song I’m a killa song Smok-a...killer bong in my billabong Soldier...rap all day like. It’s a marathon ( Doja). The King has returned, call me Aragorn
Someday I’ll punch out, fat chance and not now Just throw on the suit and like Batman it’s Ka-Pow. Ba Blaam. Whizaam. Watchout. Rambo, endless ammo to the whiplash like its mike tysons punch out
Why the fuck did I ever go to school, I should’ve dropped out Ready and steady and heady since the day I popped out. Like “hi mom” Now I’m rocking and rolling, and growing and holding, I’m Golden Like Stephani with her top down No doubt, I could never hold out Give you everything until I’m sold out baby Mr. Clark lady. You could lean on me Kilmer and Bobby D., I got the heat on meFor real,
Out run a cheetah Out bench Schwarzenegger when he is in his prime and on the needle I’ve only got 10 blunts left to blaze I’m set for days Let’s begin the escapades