Post-battle love, daps and hugs

Raps can plug up holes unless their holistic souls dove off a nudge

And throwed off from shoves had from one god from above

To below, or kicking and screaming and drug to the show

Were you entertained not from robbing Nottingham plots?

Jauntily hip-hopping haunting bodyslam drops

From diction and calculation, put up your share of the taunting

Plus a thousand allowance payments, I'll be patient

Cow be tasting like your money in my pocket

Mixed with chocolate chips and chopped up chicken, and delicious droplets of mild sauce

That's a wild cost to risk over an opinion

I'll give you a little privacy to mull over your decision, ha

Wait for me outside, I'll be gold

Wait for me outside, put 'em on hold

I'll be there in a minute, yeah

So just wait for me outside, I'm calm, but I'm finished, uh

Judging quality like Australian airports

Souvenir shops can be a weird opt to undertake

A younger cake would avoid it altogether

Like a winter home, escaping for all the weather but bought a sweater

My business bone is connected to my ethics

In a series of daisy chain preferences that I filter things through, just like a checklist

In a much wiser bride pie with spouses on the top

Such as, "I now happily apply these metrics"

To the setlist, on the surface, separates

But in the back of my mind, they go together like a necklace

It's like the wacker the rhyme, the more I'm drawn like a Tex Avery baby

To think maybe the genius in it is that it's not really good, maybe it could be

Would he have only suggested X and Y, and Z

And various other advice to him from me?

To animate the chains to the level of Mister T

And I get his gangsta boo like Memphis, Tennessee, ha

Wait for me outside, I'll be gold

Wait for me outside, put 'em on hold

I'll be there in a minute, yeah

So just wait for me outside, I'm calm, but I'm finished

I didn't forget about you, that conversation just went longer than I expected

I reckon all kinds of structures to flesh it

Sometimes we send mixed messages like dyslexic texts

And get socially indebted via manners to carry on long after what's needed got completed

While trying to leave gets competed and repeated until your point is clear, or you're joining spears

Sometimes that happens when you're rambling about how your raps is better than theirs, ha

Wait for me outside, I'll be gold

Wait for me outside, put 'em on hold

I'll be there in a minute, yeah

So just wait for me outside, I'm calm, but I'm finished