Easter 16

Hawking spit on the competish's barkin', I ain't gotta lift up a shoe

He's cautious of me droppin' it, honestly I'm just chillin' with dude

Outta the blue, unreadiness got ya head up in a miniature view

Sell yourself shorter than the time it takes me to pen out a few

I still tell 'em ya keep it tall, like a wingman, sellin' you better than you;

Under-mine, into a headlock expectin' there's only fries coming—

What? 'Cause me rubbing ya scalp like this, that's surprise Nuggies

Nominal similarities are after my crown, they're white-knuckling

'Til I place the order, on the top shelf, when every line's hungry

Buh-dm-tss on the humdrum, that drones hushed on my fucking—

Timeline, ugly whines, cries, no upbeat, bitch why are you sad?

Face divine judgment, or settle a couple rhymes for your ass

Else I climb up it, to prove what that thing writes it can't cash

Heroicism from checking to saving, bankin' on me liking your 'stache

That tuft of hair looks like you picked it up after it died in the grass

On socials cryin' one day, then Kegsbreath the next—spotlightin' ya blasts