(Verse 1)
With hollowed-out wallets
Watch him wild 'n and out like them wabbits
In Wallace and Grommet, Nommin'
Dollar slices right in to his stomach
His problems, they're too abundant
A dummy, running drunkly, stumbling unsound
Fucking around, loosing lumps of skunky
And not have it for another sack
At last, waves crash like cataracts
And laughing tracks double back to attack
And they fast to pack a bag like nomads
Only steps left, deceased he'll rest if he attempts to hold his breath
For the cameras and models to lust
Why is getting dollars up a common love,
Like a baller, bruh, bottoms up
In booths where bottles bust
He's spitting like a llama tongue
Cause when sipping from Raman cups
Listen, it gets ominous
Former followers dropping off
Hell be ill when he's filled with bills
but until he's sanitized
Analyzing,
Minimizing the fantasized
Eyes wide as he inscribes
Politicized rhymes

(Verse 2)
As the most potent poet flowing
His foes can hope to notice he's folding
But he's so much colder than the polar solstice
High like he's smoking a Boeing
He's zoning from rolling green growings
Here don't even know when he left yall broken and open
Like Logan with the adamantium
Killing him can't be done
With the stamina of a Tammy gun
So ante up
Get your chips in, y'all dry like a side of biscuits
His mission is to piss on your dishes
Sifting through y'all blithering rappers and y'all whispering
Feeling like a kid again with all this damn bickering
He's quicker than that liquor that hit ya
With your tummy on e
A spotter that withers litters of critters
Like Rick, that's LaDi
He got their bodies in a winter coat to slow his sicker flows
And he's bitter because he never coasts,
Like the Clippers home

(Verse 3)
Old porridge in his breath
With unfortunate steps
He elects to be scorned
Yet adorned for his sets
He can't afford to have less
Abhorrent, is your excess
But so boring the abyss
And unless he's upset
He affects the next
The rest settled in his step
Like a kettle at its best or
Metal that'll readily compress
It'll be stress
To belittle his riddled threats
Like the middle of a little kept flask
He's crass
So don't ask if he'll fast
Like pass up on your ass
Like accidentally grab
A pipe of grass and laugh
Act as if he happened
To start rapping and tapping
Racking em up and cracking
Called left pocket
So don't ask if he'll stop it
He's regarded as exalted
And from the farthest part of your yardstick
He's horrid as garlic
In the counts markets carpet
Or parted under some armpits
He's lonely past the target
And he's only just getting started