Oh, my God
This is so fucking rare
Where'd you find this
So rare

I'm a shark attack bitch you ever seen one in the summer?
It's getting dark, marked the coordinates because here I come to
Rip this track to shreds so tell them mutha-fuckin slumpas
Now that I'm fed I'm gonna bring the thunda cut the strings
And beat the drummer
Shit, kick boy run it to the side first
Bitch lives slurp why drive cursed
Chick-to-check the meter, speeding in the wide hearse
I'm a sin seeker, skull fuck the grim reaper
And did-it-again but deeper

Nah I ain't living right
But I ain't living wrong neither
See the way I hopped to the scotch
Adjust the notch and bust the fucking speakers
Oh it's too loud? You want me to turn it down
Nah I didn't know that you could hear it from the bleachers
Go tell the teacher I don't give a fuck
Know why?

This is that basket rap in case you
Lacked the matter of fact like a rat trapped
Action packed like a blunt wrapped in plastic wax
My flow is casted like a lass an duwhacks
You off your horse of course
So map your tracks so-we-do-not knock you off your course
Then I chop with an axe
Hatchet grasps and casket naps, listening for that gasp

(Very)
Please relax as I run laps around these tracks
Like the cherry on my bitches blunt wraps
Fucking busting knee caps
Mind your own beeswax
My nut sack, you will relapse
Then drown in this tree sap
I heard ya packed your bags
And don't know when you'll be back