snap, crackle, pop snap, crackle, pop, bitch every time we lock lips my flow’s so out of this world that’s why imma rock it snap crackle pop bitch bitch don’t try to stop this I ain’t got an off-switch you know I’m a boss bitch dance, dance take off your pants take off your pants take, take off your pants i said dance, dance take off your pants take off your pants take, take off your pants damn you a freak damn you a freak, freak damn boy you's a freak so take off your pants, your pants for me I get it poppin’ like cereal [serial] Killin’ this shit; I’m imperial Flow so sick it’s bacterial You ain’t sick just venereal I’m off the chain like a missing key Game on lock I’m the missing key My siren songs be crashin’ ships If you my sons I’m an eclipse snap, crackle, pop, bitch every time we lock lips my flow’s so out of this world that’s why i'm a rocket snap crackle pop bitch bitch don’t try to stop this I ain’t got an off-switch you know I’m a boss bitch I’m a boss bitch hot shit sittin’ at the top bitch Shittin’ on your crops with that Titanic flow Wanna sail in my sea you gotta rock the boat If you want inside my castle gotta cross the moat oh I shit glitz and piss glitter ya bitter critter I can make a beach out of your kitty litter I’m not a tho(ugh)t, but I’m always in your head I’m not a thot, but I’m in your boyfriend’s bed I make it rain deer: Bucks and doe. Gotcha by the rein, deer. I make it snow. I slay. I sleigh. One-horse open. My bars so fresh; my bars are soapin’. Got three hoes. All my bitches tight. Iced out, brighter than Christmas lights. I’m a star at the top. Put me on that tree. Cause erryday’s a holiday when you’re chillin’ with me. [hook] I’m a star you’re a square That’s Spongebob and Patrick Got three hoes in a row tic-tac-toe that’s a hat trick Dat ass thick massive it matches my wallet Fantastic now back it up move it U-haul it Back that ass up like a donkey’s understudy All I want is for someone to be my cuddle buddy Sugar-lips lookin’ nice kiss me sweet Wanna take a bite of that Rice Krispies treat Now dance bitch DDR Rewind that behind like a VCR You stole my breath I need CPR That’s mouth-to-mouth; mouth-to-mouth [hook] snap, crackle, pop

who who who the hell are you out with the old and in with the new i said who who who the hell are you out with the old and in with the new who who bitches who the fuck are you bitches out with the old and in with the new bitches you washed up so throw in the towel everywhere you go you be surrounded by owls they say who who, who who everywhere you go you’re fuckin’ surrounded by owls goin’ who who, who who everywhere you go you’re fuckin’ surrounded by owls new bitch in town –– hand me the crown i’m committing regicide stay pressed like time and step aside umbrella king –– i make it rain big pockets, bigger head, even bigger brain i’m makin’ paper in the paper gimme headline cause i’m ahead you laggin’ in the obits deadline upgrade to front page bitch you gettin’ upstaged it’s curtains for ya asshats Macbeth ya like it’s last act take a bow now take a take a bow now bought a muzzle for you barkin’ bitches bowwow better bow now bitch you better bow down to you they sayin’ who, who to me they sayin’ wow, wow new bitch on the block stop headed for the top spot your time’s up get clocked stopwatch your life’s a joke: knock-knock who’s there ? who cares ? bitch get off my property my castle’s off-limits but you trespassers don’t bother me call me an owl cause i’m fly and i’m wise i’m high in the skies wide eyes on the prize tryna get that diadem back off or you ain’t never gunna fly again imma pluck your WINGS off if you PISS the KING off if i fluff my fancy feathers you can SUCK my PEAcock owls preying on you rodents you’re surrounded by bad omens conquer y’all like the romans time’s up shadin’ y’all like gnomons

Boom Kaboom i’m the bomb kaboom cause pretty soon i’ll be blowin’ up rhymes so sick they got errybody throwin’ up if you a bad bitch throw your hands up throw em up if you a bad ass bitch man throw em up throw em up, throw em up, raise em higher cause i get it hotter than a fuckin’ blazin’ fire this monster in my pants got you terrified and i ain’t fuckin’ with a bitch unless he verified my flow so fresh and it ball; call it mr. clean allergic to the BS; get that antihistamine if you diss the king; i’ll turn your ass to history Louis Sixteen; Reign of Terror: guillotine split that ass open call me moses imma sail on your sea like a boat to oceans oh shit you got back scoliosis hoes actin’ thirsty: reverse osmosis i'm so fresh you got halitosis i ball the mostest; i swag the mostest married to the money and we fuckin’ erryday you married to the trash and that’s a cagamosis UH I’m a bad bitch; prepare for damage I’m Straight A’s, you’re below average You’re a village imma pillage, yes I kill it, yes I ravage Imma beast, you the feast, imma mothafuckin’ savage I’m frigid, I’m rigid, ice-cold – I’m a yeti Keep ya frozen in my nightmare tundra, bitch betta get ready for my life’s a celebration; turn your ass to confetti bitch i’m hot sauce i ain’t talkin’ spaghetti bitch i'm gettin’ to the cheddar i ain’t talkin’ macaroni got bitches on deck you can call em zack and cody plug your nose; i’m the shit man kill this beat; no hitman fuck a hook; grab a book cause you know i keep it lit, man i got a tool for you; i'm the bob the builder imma eat that cake whole like in matilda like godzilla imma kill ya imma kill ya imma, imma kill you they ain’t call me lil devil for nothin’ and if you lookin' for a soul you won't find nothin' a gold heart? nah it’s ain’t just black tar and some yellow paint Stomp. Chomp. Crush you in my hand I’m the monster in your closet; I don’t think you understand Lights out, fright shout, I am the Boogieman So run, run, run as fast as your ass can

Hook: Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary I’m royalty and killin’ it Bloody Mary I get head Bloody Mary gimme cock gimme tail that’s a Bloody Mary Verse 1: I’m a Tudor bitch Schoolin’ y’all I’m your tutor bitch You buggin’ computer glitch So fly where’s my stewardess Who da shit? Das me If you try to pass me I’ll split ya in half long division Off with your head that’s a circumcision you got more L’s than a dictionary you drawing blanks no Pictionary take yo pen write your obituary cuz you fucked missionary I’m first bitch January clean that ass that shit unsanitary this beat so sanguinary killed dat shit Bloody Mary [HOOK] Verse 2: cause I’m spicy don’t like me bitch I don’t like you either draggin’ hoes when I spit flames guess I’m a fire-breather You scared stiff like a mannequin I’m playin’ y’all like a mandolin Come for my crown and I’ll turn you to Anne Boleyn If I’m January you February I’m primary you secondary I’m a boss bitch you my secretary save your master ball cause I’m legendary iced out call Ben and Jerry i do shit y’all sedentary send this beat to a cemetery cause I killed dat shit Bloody Mary [HOOK] Bridge: gimme head bitch i’m the head bitch kiss the crown before you put it on my head bitch i’m ahead bitch like lettuce got that green up in my pocket like lettuce tossin’ salads i got bitches aplenty i keep it 100 go and ask benji get more head than henry more than ass his throne ain’t talkin 420 but a bitch gon' get stoned

so ahead of the game i don’t think they understand me cause i’m so next level and i don’t need a rare candy but i’m rare bitch holographic you know i bring all the traffic so call a taxi ball like basket killed this beat haul a casket: pallbearer fuck wit me that’s a small error i’m a nightmare a tall terror dick turn that ass to a caldera these rap hoes my hostages if i catch you talkin’ shit toss you in a sarcophagus with gauze and shit then lock the lid man i rap fast hand me the embalming fluid i go beast mode like a motherfuckin’ druid this shit easy there’s nothin’ to it now watch me do it; i go stupid bitch i do shit i do shit; i do shit look at me i do shit i do shit do shit watch me i do shit i do shit i do shit i works hard i do shit i do shit i do shit know what i mean if that ass ain’t clean douche it stop and watch audemar prison flow got a lotta bars ride that ass like a trolley car i’m a supernova you’re a falling star i’m ballin’ hard volleyball shaquille o’neal; my wallet tall i make it rain like a waterfall i go hard you go cottonball think you eatin’ you just full of i been snackin’ on the mula swing them hips ‘round make em hula got back gimme brain: medulla oohlala who the star dat be me leave you in awe cue applause ass on clap let’s run a train i’m on track choo-choo imma chew choo that caboose too open wide cause imma juice you bob for apples; no hands bluetooth film dat shit put it on youtube ginger ninja i'm master splinter i run the world imma faster sprinter than usain lit like butane top of the food chain imma eat your ass for dinner cutting edge: wit sharper than a razorblade flo' so dirty need a chambermaid hoes so thirsty here’s some gatorade got tons of cash paperweight i holds it down i paper chase i put in work labor day so celebrate me ticker-tape parade i do shit i do shit on that next level new shit on my next evolution my sex level too big imma young dog with new tricks got a hung log i use it i’m the bomb can’t defuse it strike the match cause my crew lit i do shit; i do shit look at me i do shit i do shit do shit watch me i do shit i do shit i do shit i works hard i do shit know what i mean if that ass ain’t clean douche it ride that ass like a valkyrie turns bars to gold that's alchemy push a hater off of a balcony juliet you a tragedy king lear i’m your majesty; coronated coroner married to the the music just to kill it courtney love

my flow ill my flow ill i'm more contagious than the bubonic plague is my flow ill hepatitis gimme head; it’s stiff: meningitis deez bitches useless; i remove them like appendicitis I’m so sick, bitch, retrovirus Rhymes so sick they should go viral There ain’t no vaccine for this So bitch don’t go bitin’ my style Flow so deadly, patient zero, lock me up. Quarantine. Yeah my pockets got that spinach: wallet à la Florentine. If you don’t get that pun it must be because you can’t afford cuisine. you’re boring me zzz I’m snoring see soon i’ll be doing shows and features cold flow got dough frozen pizza no ranch i’m dethroning caesar roman sleazer got hoes in pisa i pwn the beast your flow deceased i don’t take orders i’m no barista you a motherfucker like you boned theresa bitch i fucked the mona lisa twice if time is money pay the price take the A out of my BARs they cold as ice and i ain’t talkin’ gamblin’ but my bed’s a paradise (pair o' dice) (let’s get lost in it)

Hook: I be, I be droppin’ these hot singles; Washington’s on fire. Washington’s on fire; Washington’s on fire. Droppin’, droppin’ all of these hot singles; Washington’s on fire. Washington’s on fire; call up Dolley Madison. Washington’s on fire; call up Dolley Madison. Dolley Madison. Dolley, Dolley Madison. Washington’s on fire; call up Dolley Madison. Dolley Madison. Dolley, Dolley Madison. V1: Droppin’ all of these hot singles, money burnin’ up the floor. Drivin’ in that presidential tint; call that Gerald Ford. I got some dimes with me: Teddy Roosevelt. The queen of hearts and spades are just a couple hoes I’m dealt. I’m the King, no Magna Carta. Ain’t nobody else flow harder. Flow so crazy, you can call it peanuts: Jimmy Carter. Fuckin’ all these Marilyn Monroes. Call me JFK. But I ain’t fuckin’ with them bitches who be gay-for-pay. Nah, that’s okay. I'm too hot not 'bout dat prostitution. Y’all my sons. I’m the Father of the Constitution. I’m just chillin’ in the Oval Office. Don’t be judgin’ me. Fall off the judicial branch. I be choppin’ down your cherry tree. Scandalous. I got a tricky dick; I’m rich like Richard Nixon. You bitches Monica Lewinskies. I get Bills like Clinton. All of your bills I veto. I’m stuntin’. Quit frontin’. You can deep-throat my Dick Cheney. Let’s go hunting. [HOOK] V2: Put me on a silver dollar like that Dolley Madison. I’m a perfect 10, so put me on a 10 like Hamilton. I’m badder, and I’m radder, and my wallet is way fatter than Taft. They say that money talks. Is that why I keep chatterin’ ? You Cals stay silent. You can suck my Andrew Johnson. Rap Game: Madison like the capitol of Wisconsin. Married to the money like Mary Todd Lincoln. I’m Booth shootin’ stars in your head. Call that wishful thinkin’. Bridge: Got a portrait of George in my pocket. Light it up then drop it. Cause I’m droppin’ these hot singles. Dolley Madison can’t stop it.

push start: let’s go uh Imma turn you on first but I mute the sound cause we ain’t gotta converse nah put you in my pocket save the rest for later high score in fuckin’ cuz you know my bedroom’s multiplayer bitches be goin’ bananas for my donkey kong check my megaman dick; it’s a phenomenon got a big mouth suck it kirby grab a vacuum cuz we about to get dirty ain't about that joystick i just want inside your cartridge got a bone for you boy goin’ harder than cartilage chargin’ it plug it in i got all the power game over i’m bowser got yo bitch in my tower i get rich no cheat codes i beat hoes in beast mode i’m kickin’ ass in all difficulty modes don’t care what a bee say them djs sound cliché gettin’ action nonstop call that action replay Wobble, wobble (uh!) Wobble, wobble Let me see dat booty Wobble, wobble Wwwwwobble, wobble Make dat booty wobble i got game, boy i don't know your name, boy, but i just wanna play you on the go like a gameboy what a shame, boy you could be my main boy i just wanna play you on the go like a gameboy gameboy, gameboy i just wanna play you on the go like a gameboy gameboy, gameboy i just wanna play you on the go like a gameboy whip my vine like venusaur imma make that penis sore hydro pump like blastoise imma make dat ass moist my dick’s hard; my bars are hard lock em up now my bars is barred just gimme that dragon tail I’m hot and fly like Charizard No I’m flier when I spit fire Kill the competition put their bodies on the pyre Burn the beat down like an arsonist I’m legendary: Arceus Can’t hold me down not even with a master ball You know my mission all the bitches gotta catch em all You got good graphics all them other bitches 8bit Opened up your battery cover then I ate it I’m a motherfucking monster double M-Rated You’re my pixelated pixie; I’m on my arcade shit Better than your ex-boy I’m much more complex, boy Let me see you flex, boy Lemme see dem pecs, boy Send me naked texts, boy Or I’ll hit up the next boy Baby, I just want you to be my digital sex toy Wobble, wobble Wobble, wobble Make that booty wobble Wobble, wobble Wobble. bitch Jiggle, jiggle Jiggle my toggleswitch I’m a boss bitch master hand I’m a masterpiece with a master plan on my triple digit shit 3DS keepin’ it a hunnid percent pop that trunk got that junk trash can imma handle that waste imma trash man i’m an ass man eat it up pacman think i'm playin’ tetris by the way i stack man get a trillion bucks get them coins like mario because i’m super deluxe imma win all the green that trillion dollar dream make that ass ricochet like a pinball machine balls to bumpers gameboy, gameboy all up in yo gameboy gameboy, gameboy all up in yo gameboy imma play that gameboy mashin' all your buttons on that filthy screen imma lick it clean

V1: Got pools of cash I’m swimmin’ Guess you could say I’m winnin’ Collectin’ trophies, medals, ribbons High on life; I’m sippin’ gold, gold, gold, gold, gold mead from my golden chalice chillin’ in my golden palace yeah it’s the place to be i got the game on lock now imma change the key Naturally smell fresh like I don’t even need to wear cologne Victory inherently be seepin’ through my pheromones Sweatin’ Christian Dior I be rollin’ like a Sharon Stone Now drop dat booty down low make it baritone Hook: I smell like a champion you’d think I’d have on gold cologne Ass lookin’ yellow cause I’m sittin’ on my golden throne Gettin’ all this cheese pockets on provolone The baddest bitches with me you bitches home alone my aroma so fresh i got the eau de finesse on the road to success yeah my odor’s the best it’s like I got on gold cologne V2: you crooked skunks all tryna pass me have you considered rhinoplasty man you smell nasty what’s the fuckin’ problem have you seen a billion dollar bill, bill, bill, bill, bill look closer that’s my selfie i’m just so fuckin’ wealthy 1-2-3 oh yes i be the best i breathe finesse i bleed $ucce$ you need a rest see that S on my chest means Superstar in progre$$ ye$ [HOOK] Bridge: prizewinner, prizewinner; bitch i’m making 9-figure triumph is my nom de plume Ichor of Plutus is my perfume jackpot, jackpot; bitch you gettin’ jack squat i’m packin’ Gucci moneybags y’all stacked in velvet bodybags i’m fresh as a breeze you reek spray Febreze i’m a cash cow you got beef i got cheese gettin’ all the green man you’d think i was irish iced with the lucky charms man i’m lookin’ stylish too big to be a leprechaun impress ya with my lexicon gimme brain to match my big encephalon bitch i’m upper echelon i G-O for the G-O-L-D i don’t mean the shoes when i say i rep L-V i’m making that dough like i’m a deli i’m cunning like machiavelli i should work for yankee candle cause i make scents yeah i make cents does this wordplay make sense i wear that coin-and-paper fragrance carryin’ a dollar sign bouquet bitch i’m famous