My boy Dylan says I'm slacking I aint doing enough videos
displaced attraction so imma give a facial rappin
With these raps that slap cats collapse
Like Earthquakes attacking
Haiti im negating you Hades
With Zeus spits I'm ruthless
Get ya jaw rocked now ya elderly toothless
I shoot piff like a Weed Gun the D's come
But all the evidence is been shot thru these bums
Jamaican but im more whiskey than cheap rum
No Bailey in my roots but Gin and Egg Nog
That'll make me Hedgehog goin Sonic in Bed raw
Only with the wifey but I boom like Nash moves if your ready to fight me One Mic ya dudes Nice Nas got me a Gun to hype me
He said kill this like I killed Jigga
with Ether to Takeover u weak birds
Pigeons with low visions street scraps they eat turd
Low class so they molds different
But with me verbs release herbs
My actions are to give every track a rebirth
A new life come on every beat I speak verse
Like my creator to achieve believe first
That my Destiny is here so give a cheers and peep work is Zodzilla songs I make a bomb beneath earth is where you'll find the crime of wack lines and weak work

Do u got love for me or is your goal to peephole and watch me secretly as I fall like leaves blowed
An Autumn breeze flow with a late October beast mode
Jason,Michael, Ill chucky bite you
Your such an unlucky rival
No cloverleaf to seek
A killer Leprechaun fights you
If u win and outwrite me nice fluke
Before u place your bets my Vegas odds
Just might boost as I go Hulk on my mild mild mannered Banner
One minute im nerd than when preturbed I use anger
To beat the pulp outta punks Avenger to these mumble wack rapping weak chumps
Done....I need a blunt and 33 pumps to my lady more than daily my freak comes
The peach runs juicy every bite
Despite how much she ummmm
Im my lovers kryptonite than she speak tongues not the religious despite
How her knees come....down
Down her cheeks run down
Much sweat from backstrokes and rap quotes that make any lady act smoked or act coked tho I don't do the white girl
No crack tho when i make hits the ground shifts I pound fist that makes the Equator under grounded....your surrounded

Gots no Guns but Lyr do Ill b rolling a couple spliffs and give him chips to scare you
U crows blow ya nose as your cries impare you we dont be around clowns but we circle all your square moves
Your perimeters our dinner bruh
Eating ya house no bread no ginger
But just like the occasion we gon give u cold winter
Soul splinters icicles your bones
Timber after a few hits
I Sub Zero'd ya crew with
A tool gripped no gun a phone and some gum
Imagining im chewing them
My breath get fresher I spit it next
Im alluding them trash to the cleanest
No Vulgarity my polarity is scenic
In chase of being genius
And radio destined without an edit of session in my prerequisite setting
I need a blunt while she heading not like when in my direction
Imma leave that one alone just some fun I love me some of when we home alone no phones