I need an opening line so fuck Applebees I said it
I couldn't think of nothing except factory made lettuce
In my throat, I'm registered to vote
So can I get my Lexapro for free or something
Tell me man now I'm broke
But moneys just another stepping stone for the wise
I'm on eighty milligrams of pregnizone for my hives
If I outbreak it swells on my twelve inch too
Wash the notches out with Selsum blue
Drop the cartage now, watch the march until imaginations
On the track they push out until they crack and gush out pelvic goo
It's all rats flies and tall socks
My heads about grow devil horns that's why there's bald spots
Wicked senile heart will stop jaw drops
Possibly infected by the barber shop small talk
Like How ya doing Earl, how's the weather, how's you been,
Devilish and clever life was never better now and then
And every now and then I spit and tear a page deep battle rap
To get my Mary Kaye pink Cadillac
They got a fish pump
I'm from a KC habitat we on a witch hunt
And I be yelling bitch what? I can't here you
Relentlessly squinting squeezing every ounce of energy
Trying to get a clear view "Go Ahead"
So get your nose out my ass tag along
I can't red your mind woman I don't got my glasses on
Just tell my city to stop fighting over shows
And stop opening for rap groups that no one even knows
And if promoters want to their swollen feet and toes
Be sure to grab his wallet while he holds his bleeding nose
I was told to decompose high
I'm in the fetal pose
Looking like Bob Villa when he's holding needle nose
Pliers trying to drill a hole through your force field
Step to me I'll have a preppy girl stomp you to death in her cork heels
Tired like eleven cats
In fact I'm convinced I am eleven cats in one mands body trapped
So don't bring that life's a bitch crap this way son
I've got ninety nine lives but a-ehhhhhhh
It's all bullets and belts
I could never be a starving artist because I'm fulla myself
I pluck the centipede legs from the bottom
So I don't gotta scuttle
My medulla obligate make a lot a motherfuckers tuck and tumble
Down the hill when they feel the rush and rumble
Now I'm Chill Rob G reincarnated
Rips snaps chest open just so I can see how sweet his heart tasted
Oh the way I lash out hard to manage
Well I can play the Peter Frampton guitar in Spanish
Like wak wak wakk wak kayate puto
I walk down the yellow brick cinder roads
Cause it's my terminology my organized confusion
It's my fortified inclusions of this quart of wine I'm using
Until I'm borderline delusional like Moscow for cash,
Chop my head off I'll still talk out my ass
Yes and this is how we play this
Yes this is how we play this
Push out push you put you in the matrix
Stay jealous bitch rhymesayers entertainment
Eleven out of ten
Eleven out of ten
You better tell your boyfriend
Eleven out of ten
Eleven out of ten
You better tell your boyfriend
Eleven out of ten
Congratulations you won a happy Easter
The Easter bunny is fake, Ugh
You hear that motherfucking tambourine
Goodnight, alright