Bars on Bars

Getting hot like a chubby on a treadmill
Knock 'em out
Watch me hit it wit my Louisville
Going pop eyes silly
Eating pop eyes till he
Go pop for the milli
Non stop with killing
If it doesn't make sense then I'm a billy
Goat that's prone to grope dough
And drive by ya city
Throwing money out the roof
Big willie
In the booth
Burning tongues
No soup
Uh huh

They tell me I need to relax
Got me like fuck that shit
They tell me I need to relax
Got me like fuck that shit

Step with the pepper
I got to rep it intrepid
Then imma say
That's a motherfucking flow to me
Bet that I'm better
I bet I step it a level up
Make em say
That's a motherfucking flow to me
And you look broke to me
Like your supposed to be
What the fuck you think I'm spitting all these vocals free
Better pay ya pal
I can do it back to back
Fuck a basic salary

Mother fucking legend
Butch man destined
Tell them haters rest in
Peace
I need me a freak off a leash not a queen
A superficial splurge with the words on a spree
I'm snapping
Young white business man rapping
Money on the mind at all times I think it's growing out my ears
I have a fun time
Napping

Gotta kill em with the multi milli flow
I bet I make a billion
That make a milli of them haters
Go a spilling
Im so silly
When I kill it
I'm a tell you how I'm feeling now
I'm feeling like im Krillen
Working harder than these children
Ya
You ain't on shit
That's a motherfucking fact
Blast from the past when crash through that ass
With a whole lotta cash off a whole lotta raps

This that shit you fucking play when you about to make it legendary status
Fuck with me and you might boost your social status
I'm the only rapper in my state that's actually making statements
That make sense
They waiting
For some aliens
In space ships

I provide the product for the people so the people keep on coming back
Butch Man baby
Keep it swinging like a battle ax
Thought that I was done
But Im back in action
Got a knack for rapping
Girl hit a high note like Toni Braxton
And I think most of these rappers should stick to fashion
Ya

Hit em with a semi automatic when I'm in it
I can tell you fake as fuck because your come up isn't etched in
Stone
I bet you go broke
Because your so so
Your flow is so old
And won't evolve
And they want more
So Im like oh
My minds on go
I never slow
Up
You a pup outta luck

Beast on the beats
See I greet defeat
Cuz you gotta eat shit before you reap the seeds
Bet I cop a couple cribs over seas
Ocean opens right up to the sea
I dont see you but you see me
And now you getting mad but truthfully
Truthfully

I dont give two fucks what you think
I dont give two fucks what you drink
You got bars well then spit em boy
You got bars well then spit em boy

Butch Man always on time
Always with a dope rhyme
You know that you aint on my level boy
You aint on my level boy

Boom boom
B b boom

Muze Sikk in the motherfucking room
Accumulating raps while I'm snapping rubber bands round my yu go oh cards
Bitch I'qm harder than you

Get a new view this voo doo I kick
It's too soon to do what the rude dudes did
Bootch with the noose off going
Straight doom
Doctor
Prodigal boss with the broom

I rip right through and spit right on your shoes
My mix shine bright like a light in a tomb
My shit takes flight like lighting up a doob
Or taking poop and throwing it across the fucking room
Bitch
I said I'm harder than you
And I'm just getting started with the party; where's the brew
I could sip bicardi quick and fall into a fugue
Or I could take a forty ounce and chug it till I'm blue
Like
Don't take long to recoup
In the coup sipping dawn with ya boo
They with the sickness you about to witness this shit
Young god in the Stu
Young god in the Stu
Young god in the Stu
Young god in the Stu
In the Stu speaking truth