[Verse 1]
I'll smack your bitch and crack her ribs with a stack of bricks
Ask her kids for an evaluation after it
My fashion's sick, remove the sleeves from the jacket bitch
Goodwill supplies the low prices so I'm actin rich
Throw cash and shit at rachet chicks for their ass and tits
Stay on acid trips but never falling cause I balance it
I battle quick, hit a nigga forty times
Recording rhymes, distorting minds, supporting crime with swords and nines
Imported wines from foreign vines poured in diamond glasses
Ignite and pass it, I write the classics (GOLDCHAIN)
I'm getting bored so I gotta switch the flow up
I throat fuck your bitch with her nose plugged
Till she throws up (oh yuck)
I think it's time for the hook
I rhyme for the crooks
Bitch I rhyme for the crooks

[Hook x4]
All my friends juggle, you can call us juggalos
You can call us juggalos

[Verse 2]
Rap game Dr. Seuss
I drop the roof on my convertible spaceship bitch I bought the moon
One hundred mill is pocket change
I rock a chain more expensive than Obama's plane
We are not the same
I'm in the highest tax bracket
With a fat packet of rolling papers getting blasted with my hat backwards
Surpass standards of the rap masters
Tell the best rapper that his career's in its last chapters
The lyrical prowess
You hear when I shout this
Is dope enough to kill off any fucking spirit around it
I'm here and I'm grounded
Permanent in the game till I'm famous
I'll sell my soul to the devil if my lyrics can't claim it
I think it's time for the chorus
I rhyme words with orange
Bitch I rhyme words with porridge

[Hook]