Checked Box
Pick up where we left off
Leave em dirty like my wet socks
Snipe em with a red dot
Hit it hard til they get off
Imma checked box, on the form it's indigenous
Whiteboy still wanna belittle it
I'm on some Malcolm in the middle shit
But I don't even talk man, I just fucking riddle it
Consider it a blessing that I can write words son
Do it til the earth's done
No, not the best, I'm the worst one
But it don't hurt none
I'mma keep spitting til I'm old and in the dirt hun
Join me if you want some
Feeling souped up like a wonton
Asking me a question then I'm giving a response um
Beat breaks for the Pete's sake
But I don't make shit I'm just giving you a keepsake
"Well he's great, what a DJ
And all the fucking raps on the tracks
He be spitting like a sea snake"
Cheapskates with a mean face
Are getting all converted to a nice guy
When they hear what he say
Jeez wait... *breathing*
Gotta catch my breath so that I can fucking breathe straight
Read a room, write a rhyme, do a line
Commit crime, doing time, feeling fine
All at the same time
With a citrus flow like my spit contain lime
Shit am I saying?
Drop the fucking beat out, I'm not fucking playing
Im a little bit gay and queer
Heavens my dear, may I have another beer?
Clearly I don't give fuck what you think man
You can shake my stink hand
Leave em dirty like my wet socks
Snipe em with a red dot
Hit it hard til they get off
Imma checked box, on the form it's indigenous
Whiteboy still wanna belittle it
I'm on some Malcolm in the middle shit
But I don't even talk man, I just fucking riddle it
Consider it a blessing that I can write words son
Do it til the earth's done
No, not the best, I'm the worst one
But it don't hurt none
I'mma keep spitting til I'm old and in the dirt hun
Join me if you want some
Feeling souped up like a wonton
Asking me a question then I'm giving a response um
Beat breaks for the Pete's sake
But I don't make shit I'm just giving you a keepsake
"Well he's great, what a DJ
And all the fucking raps on the tracks
He be spitting like a sea snake"
Cheapskates with a mean face
Are getting all converted to a nice guy
When they hear what he say
Jeez wait... *breathing*
Gotta catch my breath so that I can fucking breathe straight
Read a room, write a rhyme, do a line
Commit crime, doing time, feeling fine
All at the same time
With a citrus flow like my spit contain lime
Shit am I saying?
Drop the fucking beat out, I'm not fucking playing
Im a little bit gay and queer
Heavens my dear, may I have another beer?
Clearly I don't give fuck what you think man
You can shake my stink hand
Credits
Writer(s): Coen Grumetza, Cuckoo Coco
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