Such a...casual rhyme spitter, sword slash gun slinger
The type to loosen his belt after crushin' three dinners
Night owl, lie down after smashin' a white owl
My style's out of your playing field, yes I'm quite foul
Shout out to my RD's that run shit, like cardio
Back to the Future flow, a fly MC like Marty's bro
I turn your head like photographers, you get it?
If you dont imma go back and will be back with a doper verse
Lyricks told me to "hit that" Imma do so and hope it hurts
Calculating my lines pharell, i'm so close to nerd
Call me a dork and I'll spork you up like Porky Pig
Got the drive of a kid tryna make it out the orphanage
Making your jaws drop the second you listen in
Possesing verses that Pop Eyes out, been fuckin' with spinach.