Hand Me That

Okay
He’s the opposite of prominent
Proposterous, Incompetent
The consequence of living with the devil as an occupant
models in a lava pit
Cheek to cheek and meet and greets
He’s shaking hands like Parkinson’s
Awesomeness
Yeah, he’s the composite
But he’s still bugging like the carcass in the bottom of his conduits
‘Cause this is all just bs
Guess we’ll just see when we catch onto it
If he was gay and British, just tell me, would you latch onto it?
(What you’re gonna do)
Handle dick, and watch him catch on fire like a candle wick
Shammy’s slick
I heard he likes ‘em chunkier like hearty cups of Campbell’s is
Half rapper, half actor
Knapsack backwards
graham crackers
Follow me ‘round back and swallow these brown caps
‘Cause I’m droppin' jaws
Better lock it up like it’s your father’s car
Seriously baby, you gon' finish that?
or nah?
Take another sip, I’ll have you wetter than a Crocanaw
Pokemon ref’rence
Hopin' y’all get this
Target audience is just like bro c’mon
Next quip, rapper’s dad
I got it rolling in it’s grave
Cause man, I ain’t poppin' caps unless they packed in VMA
Mixin' ecstasy with Gaye
I just call it rollin' snow
Right now I can’t feel my fingers and my hands ain’t even cold
And my hands ain’t even cold
Tryna talk to God but he won’t answer me no more
Maybe it’s ‘cause I don’t call my family at home
When I’m travilin' this road, I’m jus' handlin' my own
If I fall back on the street, I’mma land on my feet
Got on pants in my dreams
I’m a battle fatigued
I’m a shackles, a wing
Stayin' up all night
Ahh my bad, I’m a swing
I’m a limp dick
Unbeatable god
My ball’s are blue
Double D, double die
I lean to the right
Like I’m drinkin' a Sprite, but the e’s implied
Fuckin' witchu mama ‘cause you love the way I eat a pussy
Fuckin' witchu mama ‘cause you love the way I eat a pussy
I’m fuckin' weird
God’s a virgin, musketeers
Still I got them runnin' back
Like Martin for the buccaneers
Schizophrenic, and I swear I need a fuckin' clinic
‘Cause I seem to kill my name with every single room I enter
Livin' on a bando like a robot from the future
I’mma visit with my vendor from a or a cruiser
And I don’t wanna die or get locked up
I’m just tryna take a few more shots than Big Papa
Wilkes Booth, Fifty Abraham at the opera
, Kennedy and Lohan in a halter
So ‘til I’ve got something that I can profit on
I’ma keep on birthin' out these hits quicker than Octomom
Drivin' down The Autobahn, baby I’m your Dr. Oz
Watch eat my shit up like a new flavor of Haagen Daaz