I won′t say I'm the best you know
I′ll try to stay professional
But if you disagree with meThen you can suck my testicles
The test is full of yes or no questions
Don't know the answers though
I guess the less I know the better
At least that's what I′ve been told
By Tame Impala, call your Mama
Tell her I got like thirty dollars
She can do whatever she wants to me
On her knees, she can spit or swallow
Got her on a leash with a shock collar
I′m a shot caller, she gon' do what I say
She don′t want drama, I don't love her
I′m a hit and run just for fun, I'm sorry Paula
Frankie Muniz, I′m a big fat liar
Lyin', like Luscious to build an empire
Call me Triumph, cause I only spit fire
This shit's hot, dog, Oscar Meyer
I be like Bas, Fiji water in my iron
So fresh, so clean til the day I retire
Money spent, still fly, like I′m a Big Tymer
I′m tryna hear boom from the amplifiers
I don't wanna talk about depression
I don′t wanna talk about my exes
I got other songs for that
I wanna make you laugh
I don't wanna focus on a message
I don′t wanna talk about real shit
I don't want to take you on a feels trip
I wanna smoke this blunt, have some fun
And forget about my problems real quick
Round two, wonder how do
These rappers make it
They clown shoes
Yeah I′m talkin' about you
You're about to bow to
The best emcee you′ve ever seen
Don′t test me bitch it get's messy
Oh shit, yo chick she just text me
She wants a pic of my little Nessie
Did you forget I′m Scottish bitch?
She wants a piece of this Scottish Dick
She gon' blow it like a bagpipe
Like she did last night
I′ma let it all out on her tits
Wait a minute let me call her a Lyft
I'm caught up playing gynecologist
She′s up my kilt trying to cop a feel
Feeling really provocative
What's next? Change the subject
The smut just won't earn me the respect
I think I deserve cause being absurd
Seems to get people worked up and upset
But I don′t see why, cause honestly
I think everybody′s heard it at least once in their lives
And it took a lot of effort for me not to say the F word
So fuck you guys
I'm round like Rollie Pollie Ollie
Holy moly, me so horny
Basic bitches love the green
Like avocado, guacamole
Can′t nobody fuck with me
They under me, their shit so boring
Their nursery rhymes got me closing my eyes
Like I'm listening to bedtime stories
Got a big mouth, like Nick Kroll
Shut it when you′re done like a flip phone
These haters been praying I'ma quit so
I′m never gonna give up, I'm on a Rick roll
Whoever got the skunk, keep the blunt rolled
Trying to stay high all the time, like Tove
In the back of the club where the sluts go
They just wanna have fun, I don't judge though
I wanna see y′all dancing, I got a song you can move to
Better shake your asses, post videos on YouTube
Booty′s thumping like rabbits, something I can get use to
Got your pants covered in hand prints, like Blues Clues
God damn, I'm acting like a savage
Even though I know I′m barely below average
Listening to Lizzo got me feeling like a bad bitch
6 foot fat kid, hauling hella baggage
The whole package, coming in with the advantage
A whole new world like Aladdin, Jasmine
Passionate, passing em
Foot on the gas, been planning to do some damage
Alright let's slow it down, it′s almost over now
So close I can almost taste it, been waiting to wear the crown
Been staring out windows with hopes I'm gonna leave this town
Get people screaming loud, like Owen they′re going "WOW"
People keep asking me what's happening with me
How I happen to be rapping every track a masterpiece
My words are like a weapon, the way I massacre a beat
Slice and dice on the mic, repeat
Rest In Peace
I. C. Green
