[Dosed] I spark when i rhyme Im dryer then Aswan Im flier that Clark's mom You liars the next gone I'm droppin' these large bombs To impact your kind I'm more like Lui Vuitton With a chin strap and bong My motto suicide or die Ima' shoot you right outta the sky
Not with an air to ground missile But a fake .45 Water guns for drives by's And Nerfs for Khans guys Wearing swim trunks to prom night My minds just not right I still relax then kick this back at em (x2)