Before I check the mic, I give it an extra swipe With a Lysol disinfectant wipe Who'd be coronavirus in effect tonight? Antiseptics on deck, I got every type I throw on my tux, then I give zero folks Then I act like a jockstrap, cut my notes Then I check my ball pair, make sure it's all there They call the pallbearer, it's music to be murdered by a gunwife, stop Overkill like a pipe, bumping your pine box You're all hits to my coat Went from punching a time clock to getting my shot Then treated it like a cyclops, like it's the only one I got And my thoughts are like night's couch Every line's obscene, perverted as mine Got the dirtiest rhyme, stop, that's why there's parental advising Every time I drop, stop throwing a theme To Alfred, I'll channel him like the Panama Canal But how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I put out? Bitch, I still get the bag, but I'm putting garbage out Plus the potty mouth, I'm not about to wash it out The filthiest of all this talk about I'm washed up, how preposterous Because of cleanliness is next to godliness It's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself And I'm about that capital, like a proper noun Still on top the pile, got me sitting on numbers Like a crocodile, quick to call you out on your bull*** Don't make me give that crocodile Cause if I do, it's see you later, alligator Made it out the trailer, then I made a vow to cater to no one So hate, I've gained about the same amount that's in my bank account So here's some more *** for you to complain about I say to bars that never slack, but always get attacked I think they're gunning for me, it's starting to feel like that Like I'm marked, cause when I rap, it's like falling on my back In a tar pit, cause I have this target on my back Hell yeah But if I ever double-crossed my fans and lost my stance I'd probably pop 5-0, go in my garage, start my van Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can And doze off like, but odds like that with these thoughts I have It's like a giant getting squashed by ants If this is a test, the time I'd pass With flying colors, like I just tossed my crayons Small, medium, and large-sized cans Sanitizers of all types, brands Cost nine bands, which is a small price for Lysol wipes And if my palms brush across my pants, I'd wash my hands Shhh, hold on, man Motherf- Oh, happy birthday to the- Shh, quiet I sit in silence in candlelit environments Sipping wild Irish while getting violent Homicidal visions when I'm spitting like this But really, I'm just fulfilling my wish of killing rhymes Which is really childish and silly, but I'm really like this I'm giving nightmares to Billie Eilish I'm Diddy's side-boot What the f- Hold on, wait I'm Diddy's side-boot Oh, I'm Stilly's side-boot So tell the E&D, Cincy PMD Been giving y'all the business D.R.E. and me From the MMLP to MTBMD Just 2020, you still ain't seeing me So call me Santa Claus Cause at the present, I outwrap them all I'm at the mall, got your bitch in a bathroom stall She could suck a basketball through a plastic straw With a fractured jaw, my dick is coat-checked She wanna joke it off I'm so far past the bar, I should practice law Mentally, I'm f-ed up Generally, Duke's a hazard car Get the cadaver dogs Cause this is murder, murder And you get mur- mur- This music bout to kill you Burp, burp This chicken hit my phone She said, chirp, chirp I said, hut, hut Hike your skirt, skirt Then go eat some worms Like the early bird What the f- is love? That's a dirty word Make me fall in it It's not a girl on Earth Or any other planet That's a world of hurt And I won't buy a designer Cause I don't pander But I'm back with so many knots I need a chiropractor And it's the final chapter Cause I'm either frying after Or they gon' give me the needle Like a vinyl scratcher Yeah, I'm a card Like Karl Marx At Walmart with a small cart Buying raw art And y'all who claim to be dogs Aren't no bite Like a tree Mostly just all bark Arf, arf But y'all pickin' the wrong tree They call me Dog B Cause I'm Barking Bark, bark, bark And I got a lot Yeah, like where cars park I'd describe it as bowling Why? All hard Balls hard Cause the gutter's where my mind is in wing It's in this frame But I spit like the 5 and the 10 Cause without a second to spare I'm striking again And when the beat is up my alley I go right for the pin As the cypher begins I'm talking smack Like hell When the mic's a syringe It's like a binge *** it in I would liken to tin My mind is a recycling bin There's no place I never been But I never butch And I never been You hyperextend On me this game's life It depends Like adult diapers for men Even when I'm rapping less stellar It's sour grapes I still whine I'm the best seller Like a tray to spray You as these shots Penetrate through Dre's booth And go straight through your grapefruit No escape route So you won't leave here Just scathe with a few scrape wounds Your ass is grass And I am not gonna graze you But at bars with semi-max I beat a Mad Hatter Cause I got so many caps And you don't have any straps So you'd be a fitted So don't act like you're fitting to snap Bitch I'll peel on your head Like a Philly's hat No stopping me You're on a window shopping spree Bitch you'd probably Go broke at the Dollar Tree You never buy All you ever cop's a plea You're always punking out Like Halloween You'd rather opt to flee You need to stop it punk Homie you're not a G Act like you got the pump And you're gonna cop the heat Or get the glock and dump Bitch if you shot a tree You wouldn't pop the trunk Yeah And I'm buddies with Alfred We about to disembowel them Gut em and scalp em Yeah This is about to be the bloodiest outcome Cause we gon' make you bleed With every cut from this album So I'm Chopping em up like Don with a nut Jab with a nut to the bigger than jab With a hook I'm in the cut And I'm out for the blood It's looking like it's that time of the month Carving em up with the bars While I sharpen em up Dogging em up I'm in the funk Your mom in the bunk With the thermometer Funky Phenomenal But y'all a geek Cut the funk up like abdominals If you don't rhyme in notes I keep dropping like dominoes The formidable Obamable Storm for the month Holding my comp Even if it's off the top Like a motherfucking wallet Stone Wait Where'd the beat cut off? *** it