moneywalk

yo we got meat and green beans on the track, a little king crab with some guac in a taco thats packed
efnet rappers gettin money, darkmage cant grip paper so he takes nothin from me
eatin black beans all that meat he waste when he sits down to pee out his ass is paste
ya thats big erase, with an err at the end, mobbin up whole foods wit some lettuce to spend
yo we aint like the rest, we dress to impress with impecable finess i got a thing to address
darkmage always sturggles to rap with his chest, he does do his best but he raps out his breast
efnet, yo its the best net, so lick my neck sweat, and buy our cassette
been irc rappin since two thousand six, u smell like 2000 dicks
sweet like cinammon, all these kids act like sinner men, they can barely make enough for pints and some dinner man
ask about darkmage e and v and you wont hear shit off of irc
we aint nobody but you aint much better judgin us behind ur screen wearin a cum stained sweater
better like us or we'll get real mad throw our toys out the pram and scream rape at your dad
i cant believe ive stooped to spittin with a crab with a pencil dick hippie with some hair like a brad
but who can blame me im a fat white nerd with a face like a ball and a dick like a bird
but i still got nice legs and a plump little rump, and im down with the penis and im down with the pump