I'm about to pull another hammy doing this shit haha

Fuck I'm stupid fly

I keep that Red Ryder up on my hip I'm about to lose an eye

And I leave it on the floor like JT in a suit and tie

You dick riders got to catch a grip, little bitch you sip diluted wine

I heard your new track, I had to mute it twice

And whoever made that beat robbed your ass and you knew the price

I thank God I ain't like you, I wake up and I salute the sky

I'm Backgammon up in this bitch check'er out how I threw the dice

I see birds fly and I wonder where they're going

Ignorance is bliss and there is an art of not knowing

My aura is in the neon lights my body is closing

My third eye is open wide while the other two are closing

Nick-nack-patty-whack get the fuck out of my zone

Playing Nickelback by the caddy shack wearing my dads cologne

Got a gas pack and some Cognac, and the sack is home grown

Stacks on stacks I need a pallet jack to lift the shit I own

I'm having flashbacks of the facts, there is some sins I can't atone

Playing Blackjack and Baccarat, the poker chips are green toned

Throw that ass back I gave it a smack I'm about to bust my bone

On this track I am about to"Paint it Black" because I am a Rolling Stone

Because I am a mystic misfit

Big dicked, son of a biscuit

My wrist twist, whipping' it up like Bisquick

I'm the big fish

Catch a glance and witness, because this shits

About to get mixed and my fix

Is hearing the flicks of the Bic's

Fuck I'm stupid fly

I keep that Red Ryder up on my hip I'm about to lose an eye

And I leave it on the floor like JT in a suit and tie

You dick riders got to catch a grip, little bitch you sip diluted wine

I heard your new track, I had to mute it twice

And whoever made that beat robbed your ass and you knew the price

I thank God I ain't like you, I wake up and I salute the sky

I'm Backgammon up in this bitch check'er out how I threw the dice