BNG

[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