braden

yo, grease me up yeah
yo i practice grade 5 mathematics
on an apparatus just to gain some fucking status
the baddest kid you ever fucking met
pretty stupid trying to throw rocks at a motherfucking jet
slipped on, probably not my shits filthy fucking hot
it really don't matter what kind of beat i got
alright scott, yo enough with the ego, lego my eggo
before i kill a hundred people
this track is just a prequil to a horrific scene
as i emerge whack cats disappear

the shit that i say make a sane man freak
a sober man tweak
a tough guy look weak
a cool dude a geek
unproductive? fuck no
we in so deep like eight days a week

yo i'm a dirty dude, always in the nude
smelling like poo, scheming on some other fuckin' food
macaroni and hot sauce make everything no cost
at the liquor store looking like i'm fucking lost
wearing a shirt that says BOSS
....
i got dirt, blood, and gasoline all over my palms
i need no introduction
catch me eatin' at your BBQs and at your family function
something something something
nowhere's where i'm from
just some redneck scum with a hairy itchy bum
i'm far from well hung
my dicks real small and its gotta lotta hair
looks like a little man sittin' on a beanbag chair
nobody cares, not even me
intentionally slip a roofie in my own fucking drink
just to feel the effects that'll penetrate your mind
but not like sex...

watch me flex