Fuel [Remix]

If I appalled ya yesteryear, I'll do it in '26 better

When I beat everyone over the head with all 26 letters

I'm only empty as deserts in bad haps, sad sack, gas cap's still maxed, Mav's pen is forever

Pensively measured since sievin'-11 through pressures to blast back like the Feltonville wrecker

Kaboomin' the place, oopsies, regroup from shockwaves

Blew up the radius, politicians benefiting's like you with my name—

'Cause putting me on your album's like adding fuel to a flame;

The maverick bull and the coin drop, can't handle this mechanical

I jump and buck riders/writers off like a sniper blastin' mo' in Antelope;

Than Joseph DeAngelo, 50 Cal-is-foreign/Californ', but I'm "serial taggin'" foes

Put you on milk cartons for seeking, cottage cheese, expires in 3 weeks,

Your fam sobs for days when they drop the case, like, it's hardly that deep jeez

Your ménage is tripping, like Nicki, her fake ass out here sharting on TP

She no longer hardens my peepee, snakes in our yard, get the weed-eats;

Charlie got sleeped like Cardi B, put-a-sass-in charge and no VP;

Like Minaj with her EP, JD? Wipe that used car salesman's cheesing,

Off, Scott-free for beaming, sorry... My anaconda's crocodile teary

Grower not a shower, not a shower either but I'll wash you, I'm wreaking—

Havoc on HVACS and I recharge like an EV, no Musk, your garbage ass reeking,

My underarms are both squeaky-, clean, well-oiled machine, *beep*

My crude oil's rudeness, firing on all pistons, 'til the ignition coil's ruined

Blowing fuel, you loiter useless, my motion's is employing movements

They gassed me up so much that my writtens are causin' noise pollution

Rhymes causing deafness, ink pens are the only time I'm unleaded

I'll punch you in the face, no Volkswagen Beetle in sight I'm just reckless

If I find you at a function, my brakes malfunctioned and can't decelerate

Plough through all of you like a far-right nut job to a protest parade

You'd think this state my head's in crazy but meth-ain't in my engine tank

My vigor's range could tread terrain from rigid basins, desert plains and frigid 'scapes

This is where my tenor's placed, in this decade—on lists they make, I separate, diff'rentiate best pen games

I wouldn't even give up at a giveaway, turnin' over is the only time I'd pivot pace, why deliver haste

Cut off, in a different lane, pass on like a shiv relayin', Chevrolet

Nod in my hooptie revvin', layin' on the gas, like the devil's kale

For'rd motion, I go slow when I'm runnin' on low, no low-blows to others on the ropes

Go home, lay low for a couple weeks or so, resuscitate once I've been stumblin' a flow

Plug in to my wholeness, they're sucking out my soul, some gas guzzling ass hoes

'Cause my cerebrum's a mechanism, a vessel with vessels vested in beating effection

Your's is vestigial in my vesicals that I'd vastly pee on your head with

When I pass my seed to the next gen, I ain't doing Christmas trees with the presents

Raise 'em hip-hop, if they're Bad like Todd, then it'll be diesel they're gettin'

What I mean's if they're reacting to a cold world then they need some perception—

So I'll be putting Cole in their stockings, Jermaine could teach 'em a lesson