Shit I'm itching with my witches Quit your bitching I'm enriching It's fictitious what your niche is System glitches like my pitches I can't even feel my face I'm just a fucking disgrace Bring it up to my new pace Won the race we close the case Blend to the back off the wall like I'm randal Burned all the wax but I don't own a candle Hit it from the back like a bug with a sandal And we close the case no more you could handle Out with the boondocks smoke on the moon rock Stuff that shit like a bra in a tube top Now I got a gas pack chilling in my backpack Do the deed no Jack Black maybe need a hazmat You might need a hazmat cause this shit is toxic Pockets so big I'm filling my wallet All of my rhymes they are hypnotic Dripping so hard I stay aquatic Yeah I'm bossed up I'm never falling Like iCarly me they watching All of these snakes in the grass I'm squashing Cleaning this shit up I'm motherfucking washing Playing my stuff on the stage, they moshing Saying I'm down but I'm up stop talking Seeing your girl on the side she gawking Compared to me I am running you walking Keep looking me up everywhere, they stalking I'm staying up I will stay fucking popping