Qrispy

Hello, it's the Bastrd, I'm a cheeky son of a bitch Got more daddy jokes than Fallon, coupled with the crazy lil bitch Hand above the rim like Duncan, rip through your city like Lillard You know I'm a killer, stop when I got more gold than Popovich Sayin ay, dish from the belt to the paint, I don't need the points Ay ay, wanna beef, then bring the heat, I'll grill your loins Ayy, ayy, ayy, I'm the hippest in the nation I get three hips, hooray, hooray, hooray, a celebration Flow is so cold, give you the shivers Swimmin' upstream to make seven figures Never freeze up, you know I deliver I'll put my Frank in your Arctic Ocean and Doc in your Rivers Feelin' so loopy, spittin' so goofy, tryna fill up holes in the dome Trippin' on Lucy, wanna get to me, 5D hands- I rip the soul Rich in the rhymes but poor in the reasons, hear everything in metronome Ain't got the time, but always in season, spend my time at home Where I'm peakin my stats, while leakin them tracks While keepin them racks and feelin my sack Hella fat, I attack with a pack, in the back, and a backup drum of ammo for the Mac And I cheese that domepiece, straight bar beatdown like the police Straight line, grapevine for the psyche Ain't find another white boy like me, ha ha ha 31 years, I'm a bold motherfucker Throwin that meat like a GFS trucker G-O-A-G-O-A-G-O-A-T That's goat, I am, no, I ain't stutter Gimme that milk, I'ma make some yogurt Gimme that sole, I'ma make your toes hurt Gimme that beat, I'ma give you boner And spill them guts like an organ donor