The Funkiest

Rockabye bitches, the stress is giving optic eye twitches to me
It doesn't matter, still I'm spittin' groovy
I'm hitting loosely rolled joints full of syrupy resin
That's a little piece of purple-ish heaven
Separate me from the idiots who choke on their tails
I was a kid, I was not afraid to open my sails
Even on dry land, with a riddle or a slogan
I be traveling with Remedy and Othman
Spray painting an ocean
In front of us, vacationing coasting
Walking in the sand, still maintaining a quotient
Of not so forbidden siddens (good)
I don't care that man invented the wheel
Cuz man also invented rims (bad)
They spin like a vortex
We get lost and so dizzy can't smell the exhaustion
That spews from the muffler, you prove you're a hustler
While I catch vertigo confusion and motheruck, when asked who the dopest
Say me, Mac Lethal

I'm Alanis Morrissette singing in a loaded van of war vets
My plan is more set, I'd bust a gimmick
But a bus ticket I just can't afford yet
Ladies man for sure, yes
Every time I get the chance I ask your hot mom if she planned divorce yet
Apathetic more or less, but if she says no?
I'll FedEx her a complimentary can of hornets
I'm at the top of the Atlantic in a Man-of-War nest
I've got too many issues, like a Spanish whore's vet
So we can meet in France I'll stab you with some fourchettes
Tighter than a grip of forceps on a sister's corset
Hi, yeah it's nice to meet you Alice
Here's my underhand if Wonderland should need some balance
My speech is phallic when you're jamming out to either ballad
Cuz I treat rappers like croutons on my chicken Caesar salad