Mark Calaway

You can tell that I'm high by the way that I look
You can tell that I'm high by the way that I walk
You can send Five Guys ain't no way i'm finna walk
You would think he my dog by the way he got walked
I'ma stand on mine all the shit that I've taught
All the shit I done did never once got caught
Only time I did was in case I fought
Yeah, I'm back and I'm flawless
My flow is the hardest I'm flowing regardless
Yeah, and you speaking nonsense, with my flow its garbage
Ask him why he mad, probably tell you that I fucked his bitch
She didn't get a watch but I made the bitch work her wrist
Turned the bitch out now she sayin' she in love
I gave the bitch weed now she sayin' I'm the plug
How is you hatin'
When yo bitch is choosing, when I'm gon' fuck
Yeah, this shit amusing
This so amusing, I make this music
We made a musical
Fucking this bitch to this instrumental
What I did to him, it was detrimental