sillyrap

I’ll try not to go too hard on you
I normally destroy a bard or two
With my lyrical depth it’s hard not to
But if you want easy, bruh, I got you
I’ve been working on my flows for long enough
To pin point the precise skill level I want
I keep switchin’ classes when I need to put on a front
I throw on molasses like it ain’t even a stunt
I’m a pro at the slow flow shit any joe schmo smokin’ indo can doe,
I mean do; geniuses mess up too; I’m a flawed person; nothing new. And it’s got nothing to do with you, boo.
I know I’m white; sometimes people assume my name is Chester
I told this girl I was in Linkin’ Park I think that shit impressed her
The fact that I’m part Cherokee of course doesn’t even register
It’s weird to be the stereotypical color of the average child molester
I’ll tell you point blank that joint stank is coming from my shirt
I smoked a whole pound of ditch weed and for some reason my lungs hurt