animal farm 2014 hoes be comin at me comin out the mason dixon line got my nails trimmed and my eyebrows lookin fine clothes top da line got the fabrics and the designs lookin at my gucci it's about that time your girl likes jazz players caught her blowin saxophones the kids ain't home caught her home all alone like mckully culkin i be creepin and be stalkin the type to bribe your bitch just to stop all the talkin i was a lone wolf the type to get his notes took scribble in my notebook and be like mom look i wanted gold chains and big medallions but i was just a scallion skinny like a scallop i got mange when i was nine years old woulda sold my soul just to not go to school cause i had ocd and everytime somone picked on me i couldn't stop thinkin bout it g like things were harder like what the fuck is this everyday i got dissed cause i smelled like cat piss like lifes a bitch and i never get to fuck cause at first i can't get it up and then i can't nut stan i'm sorry that i hurt your daughter i shouldve been nicer and i shoulda been smarter i never meant to harm her i mean it thats a promise im sincere and honest and im sorry for the nonsense ridin haley's comet rappers chokin on their own vomit asked me how to stop it said try smokin chronic do da rap game full of riddles fiddles i'm like gosh darnit god damnit where'd you get this dirt ass weed from where'd you get your rhymes from homie they sound dumb supplement your income and don't quit your dayjob like the consequence album consequence and outcomes of fuckin with me out in round one i gotta have it its more than just a habit it makes me see the rabbit i reach out and grab it like so what what the fuck it gonna do to me makes the world look like an hd tv i can feel its grasps on my synapsis used to be poor but now im livin like a fat bitch in between my dendrites it makes my pen write makes me happy helps me sleep at night

most handsome rapper in the game got the pant linecall me calvin klein got the looks doctors doctor books the best lookin that they ever looked effort that you ever took me I was born like this momma was a pretty bitch and all my dad’s genes was shit I was fifteen about a buck fifteen weighin on the scale but i was six feet with good teeth couldn’t compete cause my clothes all stink and both my eye’s pink and plus i didn’t drink still don’t drink so fuck what yall think he don’t smoke he don’t drank what he do what yall think just kiddin’ still smoke starin’ at my window blowin out the indo mirror mirror on the wall who da most handsome in the game talkin faces names ain’t got a chain got a brain and a mean frame got the sexy slang and I talk with a southern twang that’s what makes me the most handsome rapper in the game most handsome rapper in the game image problems ain’t got em ain’t got a problem with em got a lotta hatas that can suck on my fall edition ain’t change wardrobe since the rap money showed up but i stunt cause my cheeks so cut yo got the strut and the way got the butt and the waist best hair in the game fuck what magazines say momma say I’m handsome like whats a boy to do must look like my grandpa tamin’ of the shrew i got shoes on my socks pocket full of rocks pink lips no lipgloss why i sound hip hop yall can all get got see you like a fantasy hoes mistaken me for a manatee I’m so fat stay so fly it’s the elephant in the room certain doom for certain few actin like perfume’s the tool goin’ ham goin’ in yall goin aww when wink most handsome rapper in the game what yall think most handsome rapper in the game

and my game so real gotta keep it real cook my meals turn my wheels gotta keep it trill know i'm from the south got my truck got my house got my whip got my benz hustle hard it all depends show me what you workin with and maybe we can become friends and my game so real got no money aint serious always been funny aint no honey aint no birds no bees no trees no sleep no runnin ain't no retreat steady on the beats fuck the police ticket parked it and i sparked it in the parkin lot of the target gosh darnit god damnit i was makin a sandwhich in my garage saw a mirage like oh my god billy what this shit do to me eyeballs as big as my jewelry feelin really really unruly this yours truly signin off soonly soon like bye bye see you next sunrise catch me runnin round in the moonlight soon like and my game so real gotta keep it real cook my meals turn my wheels gotta keep it trill know i'm from the south got my truck got my house got my whip got my benz hustle hard it all depends show me what you workin with and maybe we can become friends rule number one got no dough dats one thing i know fo sho got so many flows that it seems like that i might be the type to have fields full of green right well wrong every time i do i put em in a bong and i write a little song gotta carry on keep on makin that money told you aint a damn thing funny aint a damn thing funny bout this flow bitch aint have no money so i wrote me a chorus

yo i've never met a cop that i wouldn't catch a body on and i ain't usually the type to murder somebody but i know that i could kill a cop on some murder shit not that id have to im white bitch but wait aint this about the rich and po thang pull up to the lady house and then kick the doe in cause they lookin for her boyfriend damn man yo you know i got the dopest stanzas and the dopest flows pointin out pinocchios in court like michael got the cops runnin from me cause i smell like bacon the only pigs we fuck with is kept in the pig pen aight then i keep it most excitin reached in the glovebox and grabbed the teen titan i could kill a cop cause they aint real people i could kill a cop cause they like killing people i could kill a cop just to watch the pig drop when im listenin to pimp c you know it dont stop yo i could kill a cop cause itd make me cool i could kill a cop cause i pack my tool i coould kill a cop with a glock or a rock yo

the sax represents the jak i keep it wrapped i keep it under wraps find me takin naps i got a whole lotta hatas on the west side catch me on the east side catch me on the southside cause i rhyme like this and that catch me with a black hat nap sack on my back straight strapped cause i stay strapped homie i'm from way back who da mack know we cuben smokin blacks with cuban dudes i burn a food with a cigarette i polish black techs shoot yo ass to death the farm got your address we finna addresss all these other halfdead poets with they flows they be soundin like they half dead no disrespect to little half dead i love the color red i love bloodshed and listenin to dope head homie make your throat lead my bitch makes some dope eggs like some ghostface like all my dope laced got no problem takin out a whole squadron they be like what happened say i no habla smokin agua seein stars in the dark livin in the trailer park raised up on poptarts fuck walmart fuck kfc know the slavery game aint for me i got a range of heat best tame with me or else i'll take your life and your chain with me makin methamphetamine the best thing that i ever did got a g for six steady stackin up these bricks makin all these hits classics and plus i got these hits of acid you wanna tab and i drive real slow with my windows low cause i'm stackin up this dough and i'm rappin and i'm rapping and i'm nervous about rapping see i took all of my aspirin and all my other medicines i'm of a veteran at this and that skin a cat but i don't mean a feline a ki or a dime i smoke em at the same damn time gotta feel the heat and rush before night time snort a line or smoke a line i feel so alive okay to drive probably ok to drive this the drug that i thrive on this the drug that i ride on this the drug that my homies momma died on fried on it i live my life fast and now i gotta pay for it smokin methamphetamine the best thing i ever did gotta hit the ride to score me some bricks and i drive real slow with my windows low cause i'm stackin up this dough

i gotta run i gotta run cause im all done doin so much im havin so much fun time you see how i think how i talk and how i flow came from mars with xany bars and i popped all howd you know catapilla cold castratin all these cocksuckas catapilla come creepin out the catacombs castratin cocksuckas uh damn homes got so many rhymes inside his head piece my dome piece my little niece shouts out to aunt jenny eatin all the way at denny's get it how i like it writin to it rhymin fuckin crack to it spittin all this crack music catapilla come through abusin all these tracks oo i gotta run i gotta run cause im all done doin so much im havin so much fun time you see how i think how i talk and how i flow came from mars with xany bars and i popped all howd you know catapilla pull his penis out like what bitch make me a sandwhich yes i do damage to testicles stick it up your rectum hoe how you thinkin catapilla afford all this hydro catapulla jerkin round all these wack rappers who beatin round the bush like i think im feelin lost crossbound i drop down off the clock now catapilla come through knockin all these doors down siren sound alarm round two i break taboos with voodoo who knew that i was the illest in this rap game castratin rappers aint never gon be the same and never gonna be as good as me come through the county searchin for a bounty cowboy beeboppin on these dykes with my eight foot spike like michael jackson catapilla stay castratin no need for askin