Skew It
Ladies and Gentlemen
In sixth grade I had blue hair
Looking like Sonic
I guess even back then I was the oddest
Now I'm an artist, ducking from the audit
Nah, I'll still drink it if
You don't got tonic
Don't tempt him, running from the gremlins
Home fortified like the Kremlin
Looking for cash and some tax exemptions
You've been looking for a writer
Tighter than that rectum
That's convenient, sleeping on him
Keep dreamin' i'll teach sheep to rap till
The sleepers believe it
Dude in the Volcom jeans's a genius
Nice raps, fuck the spice rack
He's so seasoned mCs creamin', no homo
All the chickens coming for the rings
No Frodo knuckles alfredo, rock a mic proper
I've been going hard in the paint, no Flocka
Lox on my bagel while my song's on cable
What I spit 'bout make me
Stick out like my nasal
I can't do it later, later
If I want the O's stacked up
Like a pack of Life Savers
Been pushing it, like my career's in labor
Always been a risk taker for the paper
And when I get that I
Might cop a couple acres
And move in right next door to the haters
Unload the U-Haul, wave to the neighbors
You should Instagram it
That's a moment I could savor
Gotta get some better Chron, mics
I could get a palm
Pockets looking blimp so I'll bimp
Till the cheddar's gone
Get trophies and mantels to set 'em on
Have fun till it's undone
Like the sweater song
Ramble with assemblence of veterans
Assemblies are gathering
I'm rapping for the better man
My by-line next to all the
Rhymes that I'm pedaling
Influenced by the truest to do it
It should be evident
Came a long way since a young white man
Every night plan's detrimental to
My life span
Now finally, I got my shit together
I match my shirt, and my kicks together
But that's vanity, I guess I'm vain
Maine Gretzky
Sicker than some liquor then I'll
Mix it with your Pepsi s-P-O-S-E, rhyme sexy
You'll need a bigger clipboard than
That to assess me
Hi, no yacht, I'm a landlubber
Sip a Sam's Summer with
The cover band drummer
Peacock rappers, open up their trap
Those are dope feathers but
You birds can't rap
And I've been going pretty fucking
Hard from the start
Peter beat the beat apart and leave
It sobbing in the dark dankonia
Old school players and new school fools
Spose keep it jumping like kangaroos
Skew it on the Barbie
We ain't tryin' to loose
They be like, "God damn it
They done changed the rules"
Old school players and new school fools
P dank keep it jumping like kangaroos
Skew it on the Barbie
We ain't tryin' to loose
They be like, "God damn it
They done changed the rules"
(Ladies and Gentlemen)
God damn it we done changed the rules
(This is my first time in Maine)