Yuck!

[Verse 1]

Check, yeah

It's the rhyme, it's the cigar communist, the archaeologists, name a rapper I pick pocket it, preposterous, I been sick you the total opposite, who vindictive, my skin thick as a hippopotamus

Smiled in situations I should've cried in, met niggas that was terrible in college that be good at violence

Took knives to the spine before I took a vibe, [???] you know where I put the diamond

Infiltrate through steel gates of the ill race, don't ask me how I feel about rap man I feel great

When MCs walk up and shake my hand it's a skill trait, you been a poor sport since basketball with a milk crate

Me and Statik making, ah man hold up, ay yo Statik! (laughs)

Yo, me and Statik making these niggas say yuck man I never could y'all notice I don't give a fuck really

Know I'm a ass man but you know that I love titties and I never gave a (yuck) you never could fuck with me

[Verse 2]

Rap is a powerful tool and I'm blessed to be a part of that toolbox, I'm packing 40 below boots and I ain't falling off rooftops

I bring that feeling holding a boombox on ya shoulder with the calf high tube socks

Look, everytime this nigga spit it's a yuck, peep how I'm giving it up, dirt road we kicking til dust

It's a little photosynthesis son yeah, I wrote this verse while putting one hand on my nuts

Yeah I'm murderous with words, nowadays rappers is playing shaky it's funny now turbulence occurred

I'm certainly superb, and I'll be damned these niggas outline me after the search like you circling a word

I get to wrecking, in this world, get the weapon, im way ahead in, effing, herbal essence, I get a blessing yeah, I treat 'em like Martin, get to stepping

Get out my face like (yuck)