Boy Sand También

'Nough of the horseplay

Here to pay the cost, wield Force on my off-day

Catch up in a New York minute with the newly-minted divorcée

Think it's hard to tell? Here, let me sell you the cross, bae

Angel from the cradle and casket

If there's any question, then ask it

Listen homie, you don't want nothin', yup, nothin' monastic

I ain't even feel weak week that I fasted

Lots in reserve

Feelin' like a 16-wheeler hoppin' the curb

Listen, I ain't wastin' no timе followin' the flock or the herd

Pokе your third eye socket, it is not by the word

HS

In play, lit af

Gollies and whelps, the type of flow to leave you covered in welts

What was that that you were sayin'? Were you playin' yourself?

I be the Fibanocci with another notch in my belt

For every chick that try to tell me she don't 'uck with the help

I'm known for wreaking havoc just 'cause I don't have any shame

And I was finished with the fad before they gave it a name

On Halloween, I'll carve a pumpkin while you pumpin' the brakes

But if you wind up in a coma then I'll shoulder the blame

I'm like a mix of Steven Seagal and the seagull that fly

I show up feelin' feverish and let the people decide

I'm goin' hard, a shout to heart and lungs that's under the ribs

The drawn-and-quarterin' is only water under the bridge

And showin' up make it happen's what I happen to do

It's gettin' ugly with a capital U

Know what I mean? I hop the fence and make an entrance without having a cue

Then intervene and flee the scene without 'em havin' a clue, ouch

I'm well-mannered, hand and eyes dealt

No doubt, full house, no tanners

You can see the eyes have it, black magic, Santana

Big brother for kids covered in bandanas

Lord's vessel, serving up the sunrise special

While fightin' off a smile, but it's too late

Don't be in denial like it must be something you ate

Pot had called the kettle black

I ain't hear the metal, I just made some better rap

Butt settlin', playin' the back

What part of the game is that?

Come to shoot the gif, no givin' up until I bucket Kris Kringle

I'm always awesome, never givin' off a mixed signal

The hermano with tyrannical pull

Writin' out the annals, riding a mechanical bull

Listen every new recruit, I'm here to tell you the truth

Know that every wolf is covered in wool

Who's the homie gettin' right and swimmin' overnight while the pool's closed

I ain't into plannin', I ain't pannin' for fool's gold

Never tooken by the crook in the castle

When I eat my vitamins, I open the capsule

I kick the dot dot dash of tabasco

I'm aware that any less would be a fiasco

I am a natural

Boy just go, no goals, no wardrobe, nothin' but me

That was not a burner that I pulled from under the seat

My favorite jam from Little Mermaid would be "Under the Sea"

Now you know the peckin' order of the sword and the pen

Know that I's supposed to meet you at a quarter to ten

But if I'm runnin' late, I'm only a disorderly friend

Because I was busy cookin' up Maria También