I won′t say I'm the best you know

I′ll try to stay professional

But if you disagree with meThen you can suck my testicles

The test is full of yes or no questions

Don't know the answers though

I guess the less I know the better

At least that's what I′ve been told

By Tame Impala, call your Mama

Tell her I got like thirty dollars

She can do whatever she wants to me

On her knees, she can spit or swallow

Got her on a leash with a shock collar

I′m a shot caller, she gon' do what I say

She don′t want drama, I don't love her

I′m a hit and run just for fun, I'm sorry Paula

Frankie Muniz, I′m a big fat liar

Lyin', like Luscious to build an empire

Call me Triumph, cause I only spit fire

This shit's hot, dog, Oscar Meyer

I be like Bas, Fiji water in my iron

So fresh, so clean til the day I retire

Money spent, still fly, like I′m a Big Tymer

I′m tryna hear boom from the amplifiers

I don't wanna talk about depression

I don′t wanna talk about my exes

I got other songs for that

I wanna make you laugh

I don't wanna focus on a message

I don′t wanna talk about real shit

I don't want to take you on a feels trip

I wanna smoke this blunt, have some fun

And forget about my problems real quick

Round two, wonder how do

These rappers make it

They clown shoes

Yeah I′m talkin' about you

You're about to bow to

The best emcee you′ve ever seen

Don′t test me bitch it get's messy

Oh shit, yo chick she just text me

She wants a pic of my little Nessie

Did you forget I′m Scottish bitch?

She wants a piece of this Scottish Dick

She gon' blow it like a bagpipe

Like she did last night

I′ma let it all out on her tits

Wait a minute let me call her a Lyft

I'm caught up playing gynecologist

She′s up my kilt trying to cop a feel

Feeling really provocative

What's next? Change the subject

The smut just won't earn me the respect

I think I deserve cause being absurd

Seems to get people worked up and upset

But I don′t see why, cause honestly

I think everybody′s heard it at least once in their lives

And it took a lot of effort for me not to say the F word

So fuck you guys

I'm round like Rollie Pollie Ollie

Holy moly, me so horny

Basic bitches love the green

Like avocado, guacamole

Can′t nobody fuck with me

They under me, their shit so boring

Their nursery rhymes got me closing my eyes

Like I'm listening to bedtime stories

Got a big mouth, like Nick Kroll

Shut it when you′re done like a flip phone

These haters been praying I'ma quit so

I′m never gonna give up, I'm on a Rick roll

Whoever got the skunk, keep the blunt rolled

Trying to stay high all the time, like Tove

In the back of the club where the sluts go

They just wanna have fun, I don't judge though

I wanna see y′all dancing, I got a song you can move to

Better shake your asses, post videos on YouTube

Booty′s thumping like rabbits, something I can get use to

Got your pants covered in hand prints, like Blues Clues

God damn, I'm acting like a savage

Even though I know I′m barely below average

Listening to Lizzo got me feeling like a bad bitch

6 foot fat kid, hauling hella baggage

The whole package, coming in with the advantage

A whole new world like Aladdin, Jasmine

Passionate, passing em

Foot on the gas, been planning to do some damage

Alright let's slow it down, it′s almost over now

So close I can almost taste it, been waiting to wear the crown

Been staring out windows with hopes I'm gonna leave this town

Get people screaming loud, like Owen they′re going "WOW"

People keep asking me what's happening with me

How I happen to be rapping every track a masterpiece

My words are like a weapon, the way I massacre a beat

Slice and dice on the mic, repeat

Rest In Peace

I. C. Green