[Intro]
It's not like it's the end of the world
It's not like it's the end of the world
It's not like it's the end of the world
It's not like it's the end of the world
With human nature, it's not until the end of the world
He said he want the (It's not til the end of the world)
It's not til the end of the world
[Verse]
Yeah, Big Boss Hogg, sauce talk
Parmesan wallet in my back pocket, sag 'til my pants drop
Quit it, it is not wise to try to rise against it
Vintage in the '09, already behind, Christ up in this
And I'm only twenty-four, yo
Going on ninety-nine bar rhyme tantrums, labels can't stand him
'Cause I don't use standards, posted at The Standard
Last pair of knickers in the hamper, yup
Santa with the gifts, it's a holiday
Giving away dollars to my mama when she do not need a penny
Minnie Mouse mouthin' Mickey like "Fuck yo couch"
I'ma leave my boot prints
Blu prints all in ya house, keep ya two cents
Save it for them Bathing Ape hoodies and whatnot
Touch top models, need tongue, twat
Ya boys don't eat cooch 'cause them bitches with 'em is too loose
My chicks clits tighter than a Jew tryna do Scrooge McDuck
Abduct the funk, ayy
Tryna fuck on the mothership and give birth to the first
Blue skinned niggas on Earth, have church with Smurfs
Wipe the smirks off the face of jerks
Jerking off to the frame of some "Baywatch" chick on the beach
With my beef jerky out in the open, smoking Keish'
So danky that it stank like a queef from ya auntie
Niggas want they beats laced, pay me then thank me
Angry as a Black man standing on the planet
Knowing damn well it should've been handed to me years ago
But oh well, here we go, Cheerio box, cereal killer
Just to get the prize in the center, super supreme
Chicken soup soothing feeling that you feeling in ya boombox
Healing them goons got
They women and the children bending spoons
In tuned with them niggas from the moon, ah
Doomed from the cradle
Already killing brothers like Abel and Caine
They mainframes up, changed things
Since then, niggas been on some old gang bang
Slang death to you for a few hots
Do you for a few more, itis eyes looking for loopholes
But I despise private eyes just as much as nine-to-fives
'Cause shit, it's so many fine wives to pick from
Fuck it then, more for me, polygamy foursomes
Backyard banging like dope drums
Higher than the level on the waves when the low's bump
Came into this game like fo fum but so lo-fi
Sci-fi for eardrums provided by the fly
Blind eye with them simplified rhymes
I think that's my time
