Garbage Pale Kids

**** don't rap no more, they just sell clothes

So I should probably quit and start a line of bathrobes

I'm cold like Missouri, ask Siri if I'm that ****

She'll probably answer back, "Don't ask me stupid shit, my ****"

I'm a stone cold degenerate, working out with no membership (yeah)

A minute late, you'll wonder where the bitches went? (Where the bitches go?)

My manuscript, I can't handle it

Eat ya ass like I'm Canibus

I show up on your screen like tele-evangelist

And I have faith that I can clap those cheeks like

Getting Brown to your yard, need me more than a milkshake

And I say I'm out here

I'm up though

They wanna see me fall off, but they nuts bro

I keep the custos at the front door

Gotta line around the corner for this dope flow

Uh, yeah

Yeah, some of you **** be talkin' that shit, you be spend all your life being motherfuckin' ratss

Gettin' lined up ain't enough

Getting slapped ain't a dub

Getting shot and ain't do nothing back

Shut the fuck up with them subs

How you posting all day, but claim that you packing a MAC?

These **** ain't in my league, it ain't right in the head

I'ma pull your daddy out his casket

(Suck my dick, bitch ass ****)

I thought we chased yo' punk ass off the scene

Caught that Raekwon, you should stick to the cream

Servin' these **** like I'm Paula Deen

Blood raw, I don't cook what I eat

Hookshot, bitch, I think I'm Kareem

I don't believe what you say in them beats

They gave you hands and cleats, why you still postin' memes?

Why you ain't grab no beam?

This **** still on my feed, talkin' what he should've did

Should've-could've-would've ass ****, why the fuck you ain't it did it?

The way that you talk somebody should be missing, my boy

It ain't real, 'less you can't see that

Uh-uh

You can't be broke and over 30, getting your ass beat where you sleep at

Come on, bro