Alright, listen boy, I'm gonna read you some of my lyrics, okay

Alright, you have the right to recite

If you do so again, it will be used against you

You have the right to talk to a lawyer and have the present reason why you're here

You do not have the right to hire a lawyer

You have the right to ask a human for any question you may have

You have the right to decide at any time

At any time, you have the right to ask a human questions

Alright, listen boy, I'm gonna read you some of my lyrics

Alright, listen boy, I'm gonna read you some of my lyrics

French, English, the Spanish style

English gives me a sin by a new word

The flamish sounds, kind of like the flame of James

The leader of the game, Dark Reign

The blamer of the flames, the James name

Like games of the age of empires, fire started

Like a barbed wire, angel of truth

Like a fucking movie, Tired Man

With a tame dog, lightspeed lickin' his water

Swallowing bones to death, like a moosh

In a fireproof cave, my new girl got her horny

And just jumped into a maniac style of rappin'

Too wild, a bock-eyed rain rhyme

A super big rapper, listen to Super Big on the mixtape

A live with flip tapes into the MP3s

With a lazy bumblebee, with no pollen, no wings

Just a crumbled up bug in the train yard, I mean backyard

Whoop whoop

The cops on your tail, dragging you back to jail

Stuck in your mind, allowed to be a fail

From Fail Army, full of FBI agents

Whoop whoop

The cops on your tail, dragging you back to jail

Stuck in your mind, allowed to be a fail

From Fail Army, full of FBI agents

Speaking in tongues, gets me to sound like I'm possessed

With a rap obsession, last confession with Cam'ron

Lesson number 11, Ten commandments with the leak and I'm in a gap

Gap raps with a blessing, a church, a lesson from the books

In school, manifestation of the men, women, and children

Desks in the office, bed in the bedroom

Intersections, I'm in the intersection

With all red lights, at Five Pioneer Gas Station

Percussion on the sequencer, that I need a premium

To sound like a loud pound of weed

Cops owning your possessions, and while they're looting your rights

Police, freeze

YouTube replay, auto players off, full screen, cylinder mode

Mini players, settings, switch to slow-mo

Click on subscribe, with the sub sound of 170k

Or maybe 170 subscribers

Like, dislike the channel so much

I went to your house in Texas, and I threw a YouTube party

Farted out your name and bought a farm full of goose

Cops, SWAT team, go ahead

You like mine, you're just grabbing your chair

It's facing backwards

Damn, my chair's backwards

Cops on your tail, dragging you back to jail

Stuck in your mind, allowed to be a fail

Fail army, full of FBI agents

Cops on your tail, dragging you back to jail

Stuck in your mind, allowed to be a fail

Fail army, full of FBI agents

Now we're dead somewhere in the cop cruiser

Allowed to do a lot of posers, with the loser of freedom

Talking about the winter, got arrested in the summer

Allowed to be in here, all summer

Food going in my house, seems like an alarm snoozer

Or your radio version, a car lot rotor

Buzzing down the street so fast, you gotta name yourself John Cooper

Tied to a chair in the basement with a dark rumor

That you're a lot more popular than all the other criminals

With Ronnie Krieger reputations

Popping some of them green clovers

Sharpshooter on the roof, handcuffed on your wrist

Drama tutor, got fired last year on computer

Top dresser, full of pockets with $100 bills