Better than you average mavericks

Better than you average mavericks

I reside in the tunnels.
I recite thru a funnel.
A whole lotta thoughts, I slur the words n´ I mumble.
Rappers can´t rest. They know I use they chest,
as my stompin ground!
In for a penny baby!-In for a fukken pound!
That´s how THIS shit right here,´s about ta go down.
Don´t ask me if it´s OWN!
Fa´sho´ fa´ sho´! It be a showdown!
Keepin it funky witchall, as I stay in the gutter!
On my grind ´ery DAY, cuttin dough with a cookie cutter!
I´m starvin muthafukka! And you lookin like luncheon!
The rap monster strikes with mics, n´ take mc´s to the dungeon!
Only once ´ery 30 years, on sum Pennywise-shit!
I´m sikk kid! n´ I flip shit! I TOLD ya I´m Phuccen "IT", kid!
Fukk you off-point-ass bitches! Always tryina knit pick!
No homo! But ya´ll can eat a dick quick.
You faggoty lames, need to stay up in ya lanes!
You´ verbally poor, can´t afford coach, you´re not even on my plane!!
So what it is mayne? There you go, tryina ack like you can call it.
I don´t care how much you stuntin´boy! You WACK!
Fuck what YOU call it!
Fukk yer blackballin, I´m still doper than an anabolic!
That´s why you ain´t gettin away, with spittin less than sumin solid!
And trust me, most headz don´t blaze as much as me.
But I ain´t talkin about weed, when I say I want this cypher "herb" free!
I´m in the streets with my peeps, talkin ´bout, -what the word be?
They said: "The Zookah´s on the war path!"
"-That means, mo´ headz in the emergency!!"


HOLLA



SO SIMPLE