Snarky in a parka, light a pipe like Sparky
Crack a fly ball over the letters in your marquee
Come from the Far Side, y’all think I’m speaking Farsi
But it’s ever so apparent your thinking’s a bit foggy

Reading the book of changes
Rather remain nameless
Greet you with the government first name basis
You been touched by the Midas
I’m a child of that math mind fucked by the brightest
Take me off my square again (woof), not the slightest
I been feeding y’all you wanna sleep on the finest
Catch the itis, bat out of hell
In that teepee with sweet pea knee deep in...vagina

Melting her caramello, it’s a thing that I do
She be pizza, I’m Donatello, one hell of a dude
I’ve got a duty and that duty’s what I’m gonna pursue
Donning a collar but I doubt I’m gonna pop it for you
It’s not a comma so I run on, whip through it like con panna
Unlike dodo’s standing for tin-type photos, no
I never bother, but if I hear the yada
I’m going straight lucha with that hurricanrana

Turn off your data and go airplane mode
They’ll never find us or say there they go
Yo fitting in cause we wear they clothes
Count dividends in the lair laying low

Bullshit, I spare ‘em
Stoned, listening to Procol Harum
No pip farting on a snare drum
Buoyant
Took a bit longer than expected
To make noise like a Naked City record

Hey yo you, you the finest thing on the planet
Count your blessing don’t take things for granted
Watch Wonder Years syndicated young Ben Savage
Unsung Black Weirdo, Mar
All day I dream about sex
Daydreaming, shoe cleaning
I’m typing up a text
Watching HBO GO Game of Thrones on deck
Lay it down, head down
Young Lord watch yo neck

Water for my cottonmouth
Seabreeze for the razor bumps
Garlic for the vamps at my neck tryna get a chunk
Jacked up on them poppy seeds
Test drops, coffee beans
Don’t forget the bath salts, yeah i’m on everything

Ooh oooooh!
Prime time, rhyming on the mindwheel
Split gummies with honeys in high-heels, I
Test dummies ‘til the dummies done crash
And gobble up every last pack of sour patch

Snacking on bags of cracklin, licking red fingers
Writing rhymes on the back of napkins
That’s when rap was a hallucineon
Brothers spit what came to mind
There wasn’t a bunch of rules to it
Captivating to mind something like illusionists
I’m losing it
My mama said baby get yo marbles off the floor
But the marbles in the flow so we gonna keep rapping
Til we in the Hampton Mansions with the marble in the floor

Listen:
I don’t need the headaches
I don’t need the bologna
I can’t say no to Annie when she’s handing me cannoli
Gorilla glue, jalapeno chips, pepperoni
Dry toast, 4 fried chickens and a coke
And if you got more, then lay it on me
Working on my gluttony - working pretty slowly
All depending what’s in front of me
That, and what is owed to me
Ladies, gentlemen, we’re the one and only
Passalacqua, maybe “pahsa”
Potato v Potata
It’s all love on this side of the monitor
The digital age, we live in digital days
But hey, see me swap a z-e, it’s digital daze
And we be rapping we be rapping we be rapping so hard
On the nearest avenue and boulevard …