Difficult

Ayy Pulled pork sliders Headed for satori in jorts and horse blinders I'm more for the sordid, got nan for the normies Cornered, my storm got plans for the Dorothies I storm off, forged from my gramp's war stories Short sword swinging like a dance floor in the forties My oars both row in a ocean of fringe science The low road's owner of the most pinched lighters I maybe got a thousand My crane kick plays like a train through a mountain My neck chop plays like blades on a frisbee All tally-ho, had the whole place in a tizzy Is you widdit? Fake name, wake made of windswept village Visit where the simps get skittish Some get a signal to the ships in the distance Most get crickets, it's slim pickings Folk say I'm difficult I'm too stubborn It's funny, I'm real easy Y'all buggin' I like film cameras, and slim chances, and I always put the chips in the sandwich Yeah, bitch, picture a hiccup in the curriculum Clearing off his coattails, tones yelling, "Finish him" Stone-faced, always with the same two sidekicks One, no, both are comedically oversized fists Pack a wallop, I wallop a whole pack of punks Pretty much a grizzly plucking sushi out the salmon run Troubleman-ish, I'm an apple with no tree I'm ground swell crashing every castle at Jones Beach It's beautiful as Jolene hair in the sun Or any adversary wrapped up in an area rug, oh, Jesus Aes loves all animals and plant life Songbirds eat from his hand, you goddamn right Odd man out, bad hand fanned out Trying to man up, man down Folk say I'm difficult I'm too rigid It's funny, I'm real easy Y'all trippin' (Ayy) Every time an influencer offers advice I feel years coming off of my life I feel blood shooting out of my ears Still, I'm apparently a sucker for these houses of mirrors, okay Homeboy, I could turn a dollar into two With no job, all I do is hit a pot with a spoon To anybody clocking to copy his every move Catch a birdie from the window of a rocket to the moon Got a double-wide enclosure at the back of the zoo Got a cat named Kirby, she could rap good too Gadzooks, it'd behoove you to slow that roll Around here we turn jokers into smoking holes I'm a fever dream, I seen trouble nobody knows Still show his home county how a nova explodes That's a whole lot of woah on the stove That's a whole lotta holes in your prose, gross Folk say I'm difficult I'm too defiant It's funny, I'm real easy Y'all wildin'