Aye Carumba, it’s the unsung son who lack slumber
One on the set man I cut ya like lumber
Bring up old shit so I’m something like a plunger
Comes the dog from up under bringin y’all from asunder
Sumthin tells me brain it’ll be a hot summer
So should I switch lanes in the Range or the Hummer
Paleos tryna take the grains out the wonder
Son perhaps it’s time you went and picked the brains of the hunter
Shorty god diva but I’ve always been a Hershey fan
Peeped her at the Y with some Jersey City burley man
He’s gettin yammed on in my Scalabrini jersey man
Word to fam
Hoopin more than crunchy chicks at Burning Man
But son, shits bout to go down like flush
Not enough room for you to use gas like us
Nor brooms for these witches flyin into the sun
And just copped a new jalop so how can I bus?
Cuz a little bit of weed and some Hennessy
got me ready to set it with kinetic energy
Frivolous endeavors melted with telepathy
Shredder under leather will behead an enemy
Out in Wilmy like the fuck invited Fabio?
Lamp in Hampton in the mansion wit Papio
Now I’m in Panama like where the fuck my wallet go
Broke as fuck out a luck but at least I went to college tho
Talley Ho tho man, he did it like the funky Villain
Only needs a book and a hammock and the dunny chillin
Adapt n switch the style like Shang Tsung
Rappers eaten faster than a bag of rangoons
They liked the way the kid swang thru
Hangloose, second generation suede boots
Stepped in the puddle when he hopped out the gray coupe
Never gave a damn, you could tell by the beige tooth.

At the Goodwill finna fit the man’s dresser
Hand me plates. Nanny state. And you dress like Fran Drescher
They quick to catch the massive man’s fury
They grovel as he gobbled on some massaman curry
But he really eats when he’s on the microphone
Lookin like a pudgy youth demolishing a waffle cone.
Food for thought, fill your plate up
Rappers walkin uptown with the everglade butt
And now they all on the fan boat
Sweet potato gun.. load it up with yammo
The Dog stepped in with more camo than Rambo
Macho Manflow Rando.. Savant

Spittin in the snow, saw the cold flow flourish
Jack frost packed sauce so I’m O so nourished
They rushin phones tryna chokehold Boris
We sittin eyes wide cuz we so slow loris.
Sippin grog with the old boys, mookin
Kids locked on the old block stayed stupid
Livin lovely sits your Duff Levant Cupid
Coolin, took an oath he’d never go putrid.
And now they all on the fan boat
Coydog howlin in the rain with his hands soaked
Generating energy until the damn dam’s broke
Macho Manflow Rando.. Savant.