[Verse 1: Sonny]
Im back in the game, im trapped in a maze, I was actin like an animal so im back in the cage
Rapping for days, while im just asking to stay, outside of the black coffin, take glasses off in the shades
Ask how he could rap so accurate, and have a blast smashin' it, metallic, like actnium, in the back, of a taxi trunk
The packers couldn't even get a passer to try and pass me up, but I just laugh at the fact that I rap better then half these
Act-resses, I must, be a fucking nut, adjustin my flow, so much whenever im up, no luck, for the sucky ones,mouth is numb
Now I come, sonny dumb, but still teachin them some algebra 1, im the one, rising, you just runnin, like a slope, fuckin dope, crackpipe flow, runny nose, yea its fuckin cold, winter snow, wind is blow-in, my soul searchin, when I grow old, so in case you didn't know, that my flows, gon', leave em' twisted, like Rold Gold, and im floatin' in the ocean, go coastal, in show boats, mothafucka. riding with waves, gliding in space, I am just so excited to say, I finally made it, but wait
I haven't made it yet, that'll be like chasin death, but im waitin' to get on the stage and havin' the nation swept
But half of these rappers, can't even handle, the rage except, the reason I got my gauges was because I failed my
Hearing test, barely started takin steps, to be hotter then satan's chest, after a fuckin shaving sesh,but hold up, let me wait a sec, and see if I could finally realize what I came to get, my words are couch potatoes ill have you
Slump till the train is wrecked. thats indica's opposite, talkin sativa dominant, said that I rap like eminem
Ill take em' as a compliment, im awesome bitch, ill always be on top of it like wigs on top of clowns, outdrown
Anybody in a waterbed, unstoppable, Triple 7 , train tracks, don' crossed a bit, nollie flip, off a fuckin 6 stair, like Eric Koston did, Ric Flair, ill chop a bitch, in the fuckin esophagus, woo! thats what im callin out to dictators
And officers. cops come in my house and now they ask me who was arguin', dad was under the bed and mama was just trynna
Stop him and, now they found my dad, slapped handcuffs on where his carpals is, then walked him out the house and im on
The couch where my mama is, started kickin' and screamin' and flippin' off the cops and shit, soundin' like a barking
Dog when im offering part of this, daddy turned around and smiled at me with an arnold grin and ill be back, tailbone
Like a fuckin coccyx bitch, non-stop hip-hip whenever I drop this, is hot as a volcano on clock, watching Bas Rutten
Deliver them liver shots, to them cops that be on watch, like a fuckin hawk, but I got no time to stall like bathrooms
And around goes the money so all the cash rules im a factor, learn it like math in classrooms, back too, to anything
That you can't do, its passed due, and I passed you like an athlete on a track dude, and I gassed you, like im rappin
On a track, ouwee, man this kicks like Bruce Lee, in the back, 23, like im shaq, I mean 24, whats more, funny then spongebob and patrick, in a boating course, thats 25 black holes I am undefined, summer time shine, might die from this
Fuckin light, no lie, on my own hype, goin' all night!, now I ain't gon' brag about success until i've earned it, 2nd
Term freshmen year, still ain't haven't learned shit, on top of that man im supposed to be a sophomore, my dumbass flunked
8th grade now I gotta start over,it was a trick but im treatin myself to october, bag full of goodies, got dots, so
What cost more of?, all of this sweet shit im bringin to the rap game, last name,Arostigui im hoppin' on this track, sayin "im spittin flames" choke slame, get it? ask kane, writing all these raps while in class, man im that insaaane!
No really dude im in-sane, stay calm, like im hotboxin' with rick james, napalm, I spit flames, face palm, you spit
Lame, hand to my face, guess you can say that kid cray-on some shit , like im drawin' with a marker, and it's almost
Hotter then a sauna, everytime im slaughterin', leave em' startled and astonished bars keep slobberin, assassinatin'
Songs, often charging me with all of em', 1st degree, 2nd degree, 3rd degree, who is he?, soon to be, reigning
But this ain't a game like Unity, I'll never drop the ball, like these bitches didn't start puberty, you always drop the ball, like dude it ain't the end of new years eve, 2013, lyrics smoother then Keith Stone,keep low because when the evil
Gon' creep slow, said that I rap weird, well, its just me yo, welcome to the mothafuckin' freakshow... Mothafucka'
