I got my game down pat, so much drive make the bugs go splat, ha This my lane now slat, smack home runs with a fungo bat You knew how I slide, it’s puppy smooth dressin cool like Clyde Got that groove type glide, some’ kinda like how I move my ride, yea what’s up? I ~ told the truth you lied, just lemme get my meal supersized With some soppresata, cameras best just catch my super side Cause i’m about to sin up in em, jerseys I be winnin in em Those are some nice details, hope the devil isn’t livin in em Madness how the king block the shot from the start They tryna work on the one thing ya still got and its heart See Puppa like the drank, Puppy like to smoke Puppy like to mix a little molly with his coke And its prolly while i’m broke And when i said i spent 2012 to 15 on E it wasn’t jokes (nope!) They said the city was gettin snubbed Really kid was busy gettin silly in the club Be like gimme all the drugs, come in for a hug You’d think i was wearin skates the way I cut a rug HA! …Washington Bullets with the bullseye Easily collectin’ my debts whenever I pull by Hit the blickie while i’m steppin on the gas Man do not make me go Tony Deppen on your ass It’s the guy who delivered the diesel to Mr. Chiesel Grandmas boy watch me draw it on the easel Ooh i’m so Lord Steven Regal Iite its puppy smoooth but i’m not a beagle I be in the eye of the eagle (dipset!) You can see my glidin’ flyin’ high up with the seagulls So girl do me like a beatle, i’m just tryna move the needle Yea he’s a New York Ranger, guess my name is Filip Chytil …Got me goin bezerk Meanwhile i’m just tryna eat you like desert So lemme repeat imma flirt, kinda like R Kelly said Betchu that I leave you with them jelly legs (now walk on home!) …And i’m here to fill the script Jot down all of the symptoms in Dr. Phil’s prescripsh’ Best M-D around & piff city’s how the town smells One thing I learned y’could always use more cowbell Yeah that’s right, what up Christopher Walken? Move like the Fatboy Slim video whenever I walk in Like Tatis Sr. hittin 2 grand slams In one innning, I ain’t fitting with these Toucan Sams (nope!) One of the illest who never half stepped i demolish all opponents and knock out the ref And i’m not X-Pac, i’m just that pretty mothafucka Who be gettin litty up in this sweatbox We go all nite regardless of the time zone So go finish ya little verses up on rhymezone I walk up into webster, AC slater hop over the bar Pour me a seltzer and yell “honey IM home!” On my job when im not on my slob Swimmin thru the sauce like a fuckin baccala - ha! - Baacala, shouts to Uncle John Show us some respect r’else i don’t need you on my lawn You’re a pawn, talkin’ to a king Getchu in a checkmate, mate you can’t teach me a thing And I rap, I don’t fuckin’ sing It’s always my call, yea watch how I make it ring Maaaan i’m about to go viral Cameras always rollin when I throw a slow spiral Yeaaa I’m like Justin on the Fields Projected top draft pick and I fuck with all the feels See me at the sushi bar munchin on the eels While you brown paper bag lunchin all ya meals I did it all man, I didn’t even fall while you strugglin to clutch onto what’s real…