New from the third dimension
Write raps like a life extension
All the things that I feel I mention
It’s sorta cool
Like drinks up in the whirlpool
Bikini bottom tops
So we can flip the image
On point with some major spinnage
On point, I take rappers spinning
Add relish, minus the jealous
Minus the hellish ghouls
Who assume prehistoric views
Iron it
I beat box in lion pits
With margarita mix
Yo, I be tweaking this
Ain’t no leeching this
Only heat in this
Like the Serengeti wilderness
Yo Crucial
If you ain’t feeling this then listen more
We came
My mind spin like I throw discus
Flip rap like US gymnists
You might hear all types of womens
Showing rap style
Capable to put a crew of freaks at the beach
Like
Rappers fake Norman Bates
Running in place paper plates
I eat you like
A compound, underground
First that hot sound
It’s Serengeti all around town
You bound to the mall
To the block with some girl
I wrote this on the wall of China
In this world
Dirty Flamingo, Dirty Flamingo
Around town with some
Dressed sweet like designer dishes
Fine wine sweet as her she kisses
Mad tight like I got stitches
Mad fresh like I found a well
With a billion wishes
Dirty flamingo, dirtiest
Funnest nights and games of bingo
I never lied and blamed it on the
Mad rugged, like
They as vain as
This ain’t no opportunist rap
piranha
This is a new genre
The same era
Smooth as Cadillacs
Smooth pocket mirror
I love rap like Fidel dawg
Madeira
It gets me down like
Drippy tears filled with mascara