Shit Rules

[Verse: Sims] Relax and take notes while the gun smoke spells out “That’s all folks!” We know to float and break what’s broke In the postmodern, pre-Post Malone though We wrote the book on how to break bones With the— Went hammer Been bananas ever since I bumped my head as a shortie and I said "Flipmode" I've been—I’ve been livin' in a shit show Chyron says tickin' time bomb That’s the gist, so I’m on some “why not?” Smell the lilacs til the pine box drop Rev it up and let it rip Send a sentimеntal little bitch into fits I mean sheesh That’s the stancе If the shit-kicker fits I'ma dance in the midst Where the missiles don’t miss One switch flipped Turn every gorilla into mist But, um… it’s cool Shit rules [Chorus] Is it too heavy to measure? Is it effing it up? Does it ever get better? Man, I tell 'em whatever Man, I tell 'em whatever Man, I tell 'em whatever Man, I tell 'em it’s cool Shit rules [Verse: P.O.S] Ay! Top taser The aims flame buddy Funny games the neighbors Dead man and scram on the lam Broke but boiler room your homeboy Set it off your mom's place Too pretty to die but god tried Fuck that dude anyway Heard he got the magic but he let 'em suffer every day What’s funner? The number one stun gun wieldin' Other hand on the throttle, it's no chill Just zoom on a Yamaha, road rashed 750 What you doin'? Trouble huntin' What we doin'? Gettin' hurt What we losin'? Nothin' cuz there ain’t nuttin we got Just some shred dog milli boys blowing up the spot again Then Ghost gone again My occupation ain’t my station on this planet kid And I would recommend you tell a couple of your friends Just listen up and get a little zen Let it in and chill, don’t forget that uuuh It’s cool Shit rules [Chorus] Is it too heavy to measure? Is it effing it up? Does it ever get better? Man, I tell 'em whatever Man, I tell 'em whatever Man, I tell 'em whatever Man, I tell 'em it’s cool Shit rules