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So what, I've never been a sober guy

It's a dark night for clowns on the joker's side

I make hits like Drake when he opens Sprite

And if you hope I die, bitch, I'm a poltergeist

Snatch a shower curtain back while I'm holding night

Bipolar polar bear, I'm as cold as ice

Swole as rice in the belly of a pigeon

While I'm shitting on the wedding guest vest while I'm nesting

I draw conclusions like the best in a western

Applying logic to life's little lessons

Sleeping with heat, that's an excellent question

Guess a fella can rest in a delicatessen

Blonde fade a track, I'm preparing to seal it

I'm all gassed up like Terrence and Phillip

Staring at the guillotine blade while I shine it

I'ma make your head bounce, and you can't feel it when I'm rhyming

Simple man, iller man, killer man, whoa

Get the picture, Mr. Victor Van Gogh

Getting loose like the strings on an old banjo

And when I'm in Rome, I shoot a Roman candle

Me girlfriend walking like a wild duck

Then we probably fucked up in the aqueduct

Then C's don't wanna ride beats when my mic's turned up

'Cause they scared they gonna fall off like logs on trucks

'Cause I ain't never ever had a hit

So I'm just gonna throw a fuckin' fit on the mic

Like a six-year-old out riding his bike

When his mama says, come in and call it a night

Everybody wanna see me blow, I know

Rip through the underground like gopher's toes

Crack, er, that's mostly dope

Better stay on your guard like, oh, we, oh

(Geno, geno)

Better stay on your guard like, oh, we, oh

You better stay on your guard like, oh, we, oh

Oh, we-oh, we, oh-whoa

Oh, we-oh, we, oh-whoa

Oh, we-oh, we, oh-whoa

Oh, we-oh, we, oh-whoa

I don't like none of you faggots that's rhymin'

So I'm a battered pussy till I shatter your hymen

'Cause if you a man in that sack that you're hidin'

It must be down deep like an African diamond

You on the top autographs you're signin'?

Well, I'm the misstep on the path you're climbin'

I'll eat your face on that asphalt

'Cause my white trash ass sniff bad salt

I smoke and poke off a Coke can, here you go, bro-ham

Enjoy, just like the slogan

Rappers is brainwashed spittin' over slow jams

Mad at me 'cause I won't get with the program

I'm not a robot, don't need no batteries

Well, maybe two of them, let me see them double G's

Put my face in the middle like when Malcolm beat him

Maybe we can get naked on my balcony

Then I won't call, then I won't text

I just wanna rap, then I wanna check

'Cause I'm an asshole, like were you number two?

Oh, I'm just settin' a fire, wow, what's up with you?

I'm gettin' hot right now, so call me later, pal

And if you smell smoke, it's probably just your neighbor's house

By the way, I'm movin' now, yeah, my room is gone

Now we still cool, I'm just movin' on

I make ash from the bridges in my past life

It's northern while Keith Richards plays the bagpipe

I'm higher than a magpie on a satellite

Steady rises though, yo, slow like stalagmites

I pop off till I overdose

And you say you the dopest, yet no one knows

So, okie dokie, Pinocchio

You better stay on your guard like, oh, we-oh

(Geno, geno)

Better stay on your guard like, oh, we, oh

You better stay on your guard like, oh, we, oh

Oh, we-oh, we, oh-whoa

Oh, we-oh, we, oh-whoa

Oh, we-oh, we, oh-whoa

Oh, we-oh, we, oh-