Word Smif
Hold up, bitch
Lemme transcend right quick
Gimme 20 minutes, so dat
I can get spry again
Clear my mind, since
I been shittin inside of it
It’s why my nightmares is
Gettin so frightenin’
Like when Richard Spencer
Was climbin' on my dick
Shiftin’ his hind end, tryna
Slide it inside’a him
He thought he was my friend
And I was alt-right’n shit
Till I Columbined Whitefish’n
All that it rhymes with, cuz
I do not like him, or
Any kinda supremacist
I don’t like guys who don’t
Listen to Primus’n
Sip wine, from
Betwixt they vagina lips
N I don’t like dykes if
They not willin' to try a dick
I don’t like kids, who
Hide spliffs behind’em, when
I drive by in my whip, just
Dyin for a hit, as
If they give a piss that
I’m tryin’ to quit, like
I don’t possess a papaya
Das designed for dis shit
Which I might lift, out
N siphon a hit
Or six, get ripped’n
Then cry for a bit, cuz
My life is shit, since
I’m tryin’ to find a bitch
Who loves to suck dick’n
Doesn’t know what diamond is
You dumb fuckas is blood
Suckas’n you become cum
Guttas when you butt fuckin
Up in da Fudd Ruckas
Y’all some Bugs Duck’n
Yosemite Fudd lovas’n
Ya young brudda got dat
Porky da Pig studda
Butcha big brudda, always
Lickin da dick butta, I
Busted da fuck up in da
Cunt of ya bitch mutha, when
She’s gettin’ her tits covered
Not by my jizz, but da
Hunnits’a suppas I had in my
Butt from da last six summas
Y’all lil rappers is spittin'
Some shit muttered’n
Should annunciate, so
Dat y’all could get understood
Appropriation?
Bitch, lick my soapy anus
Have you seen me lately, baby?
Clearly I am from the hood
I’m so fuckin good at
Rappin’ thatchu sad faggots
Is clappin' for all da tracks
After I master dem, then
Enact a transaction, for
A CD’n have it on repeat
In ya Kia for three weeks’n
Then bash ya fists
In the disc tray
Cuz you mad at it
Dat is cuz all’a my talent
Make you feel like a sack’a shit
I beat ya ass up’n down
Da street, on some savage shit
Decapitate sit on ya shoulders
N blow a massive shit
Down ya back, as
I laugh’n jack my dick
To ya limp body’n wallet
Copy of ya kid’s pic
Get on Kid Pix
Use the pen to draw big dicks
Go over to ya home to
Show them kids
How to draw them dicks
With that there Kid Pix
N under six minutes, I
Get licked dick, but
Don’t be remiss, it’s
Not by one’a da kids
It’s just by ya wife’n sister
Right in front of the kids, bitch
I’m a word smif
I spit the perfectest verses
Steppin to me is alien
Versus a person, yo
You malnourished’n
You smell like showered in
The foul urine of the most homeless
Person in the town you’re in
My ass is fat, from
Mackin' on cooked koi
I’mma give it a smack, through
The back’a my corduroys
Say I gotta good voice’n
Rap over good noise, but
Lmao if you thankin’ my ass’ll
Ever be dat of a good boi