Kid's insane with a mean kick game
Copy Wayne hoppin on that remix train
Sloppy brain ain't impressing me refrain
Sloppy brain ain't impressing me, get it?
If you don't better look it up cause I've said it
So we know it must be clever, and too sweet for a diabetics
Yeah I flow like diarrhetics, you could say I'm hott shit
Spewed all over your pot, and you can't stop it
Like gross, I burn through bread like a toaster
Don't let it go to my head as I roast ya
Cause you don't even show up on a top rapper roster
I got flames, kick it like grandmaster rasta
Leave you like pasta, read all over
Like a news paper, or my rap notebook
Or a menstruation soaked filled tampon
Killer delivery yo I'm bout to get my stamp on
Stomping, something like an elephant stampede
Bumbing, kinda like a fella wit acking
You grumpy, and smaller than that fucking lil dwarf
Got ya bitch on my pole like Santa on the north
Like morse code I dash ripping it fast
Like a horoscope, your trash lacking the facts
Can't ignore the flow, when you imagined it be wack
And then you heard this, what in the fuck'd you think of that
Get Jacked
Gone for minute, scratch that, less than it
Now I'm right back in it, Jack track, 1 minute
10 seconds or 11 by the time that you check it
And he already impressively has wrecked it on the record
Like wow, prolly with your girl butt naked right now
She's a different garden tool, but I'ma a fricking plow
All up in yo spot, on top, but getting down
More famous than a harry potter chick up at brown
What up Emma? Hey now, we should be dating
Meet in my suite 400b chappin
All up in these beets like a vegetable rapist
Chick up in my sheets you can bet she'll be naked
Fox like megan or vivica, givein it
To me, never holding back, my bitches are unlimited and
They felling me, like mac dre
Kick it like a hackey sack
Say it's wack, but I still gon do it jack's way
Soooo look us up Facebook, Co.Z
C O dot Z friend us like a homie
Then you'll get to know me, from all of my lyrics
And prolly wanna blow me, the second that hear it
Nah I'm kidding I don't even like dome
Cause I'm the type of baller going hard or going home
If you're prone to being slutty, or untalented and lame
You're sloppy brain ain't impressing me, refrain