The Lid

Don't ever try to disrespect my rock and roll metal son
No, I don't care what color you callin' my kettle son
Yea, my flow is shocking like my name is Tom Edison
And I got these bitches tranced like they're watching a pendulum
Ok Ok
Bitch you'd kill me over a klondike
Your baggage heavy, need to get your mind right
Or Imma have to show you all my power
Super Saiyan 7, better check your scouter
I'll admit I'm a little overpowered
Till my spirit bomb wants to take a fucking hour
To charge up, like buddy your times up
Got you sweatin' more than homies when their bodies are mic'd up

Now everybody in the club turn the fuck up

Pussyboy you can't chill with the misfits
Pussygirl get your hands off my lid bitch
Everybody wanna get on my hit list
So I do them like the sour patch kids did
Pussyboy you can't chill with the misfits
Pussygirl get your hands off my lid bitch
Everybody wanna get on my hit list
So I do them like the sour patch kids did

Ooh yuh, I might do a handstand
So you can kiss my ass while I'm sinking in quicksand
God damn you could call me sam
Cause I got your grandmammy holding on my eggs and green ham
Sometimes I just feel like I am the man
When shit gets hot I Don't jump out the pan
Big drunken master like I'm Jackie Chan
Bitch I make moves you do not understand
So you better get your mitts off my grilled cheese
Or Imma have to hit you with the 2 piece
Chicken tender meal with the blue cheese
Cause I carry blue bills on my body like loose leaf
Back in my schooling, they would never choose me
Slept on me like I was knocked out by Bruce Lee
Now the only thing that they wanna do is use me
Who knew that bitches would be so confusing

Now everybody in the club turn the fuck up

Pussyboy you can't chill with the misfits
Pussygirl get your hands off my lid bitch
Everybody wanna get on my hit list
So I do them like the sour patch kids did
Pussyboy you can't chill with the misfits
Pussygirl get your hands off my lid bitch
Everybody wanna get on my hit list
So I do them like the sour patch kids did