Funky Sailor

And man are on street

Like Pick me a winner

They don’t know beef

Ain’t ever had beef

And wouldn’t want beef

If I cooked them a dinner

They sold u a dream

Stop counting sheep

But Man will put u to sleep

And have your face inna pilar

Stop smoking that weed

Coz It ain’t that deep

But I will spill thee Tea

With man like skipper

Loading killer

Been trolling these ends

Since Clinton had the tinted

black escort

An rolled with spinner

If it’s over your head

I’ve been going for the neck

While they been coming up short

Like a broken zipper

I gave em a sec

But still got em in check

N wore out a man’s queen

Like a grandad slipper

If you know what’s best

Don’t come to set

Or come to man with

No Smoke or mirror

I ain’t even peaked

But still going blind

While They can’t get glimmer

Man know I’m from East

And the flows still cold

So you will get served

Like revenge with dinner

They don’t wanna do bars

Coz these dumbbells

Won’t gain nothing but

a punch an kicker

No one aint safe

Car

when I come true

It’s all rage & clipper

You missed it

We don’t if you like Trim

Live with it

I don’t have to fuck none of you’s.

I’ve been Trimming

I don’t care whose door step It is

I’ve still shitting

There won’t be nothing like me

I’m spit spitting

It might go over your head

It’s wig split it

You don’t wanna see how this enz

Or snip snippet

Cau We ain’t talking about films

When these chicks flick it

If you think their fucking with me

Then your trip tripping

1-This flow ain’t something

You’ll see on these bitch bitches

I think their problem with me

Is I’m Sick with it

They keep telling me about cloth

So I’m Knit picking

We don’t listen to them songs

Cau whip whipping

My flows glue to these beats

Your just prick sticking

I don’t need to roll in no crew

My clicks clicking

You need to Stop smoking that weed

All that spliff spliffing

Got u thinking your me

Until I’m glit glitching

In your ends with my team

Like I’m slip slipping

I’ve got something on me

With a clip clipping

An If we ain’t talking about pees

Then I’m dip dipping

It’s Sith Poseidon beat

And I’m with it

Man will turn these lights off

I Flick switches

About all informer have fi dead

But your snitch snitching

It’s coz

I’m the sickest of course

And it wouldn’t be any fun

If I didn’t pick on em all

It was only in their court

Coz I give em the ball

I’m in their thoughts

But I ain’t thinking at all

Youve got a problem

this Sith isn’t maul

They think I’m spitting

This isn’t a drawl

I ain’t only shitting on my doorstep

I’m pissing on walls

They haven’t warred yet

I Live with this storm

I’ve swung with gods

They ain’t been to this school

They bunked off

Crisis, man are missing the balls

Tali, This isn’t a drill

But Can you hear the crap these pigeon call stools

Look I aint a wordsmith, manure don’t mix me up in the bird shit

But try and sell mans cowpack like I don’t know what a turd is

They act like my ish don’t stink,

And I aint defecating on verses

Floater, just when thought ish went down and was back on the surface

Cos I am the shit and when I hit the fan these flys wont know how to word it

Eskiman flow, check the size of this girth shaped gerkin

Tali, I do do me

And you can judge me when you’re perfect