Moon

Yo, just landed on the moon You already know bitches meant your doom Like a safety yeah, I roam You run in the streets, you get fucking beat Eat your shit just like meat Yeah, smell my feet On top of this shit yeah i'm elite On top of this shit F*ck like you a little bit You already know this shit lit I'ma just need a little bit F*ck yeah I need a first aid kit but not for me I'ma need the fucking key Yeah, the key to this bitch's bed Like a pencil, I got lead Read a book Yeah, you don't have to look Like a fucking chef, a cook Pick up your bitch ass In the orchestra, you half-ate brass I'm eating more, I'm getting massed I see your bitch and I smash Whip back like a fucking lash Swim in my track, I'ma need it back Yeah, a gun you lack You lack a fucking gun I don't need none, no help Jump in the water like Michael Phelps Swim in the water, I put the shit on my daughter F*ck yeah, I'm a good father But nah, I'd rather not Tired of bitching and not A lot, need it a lot You a fucking bot, left that to rot Wipe your nose, it's all snot Shit's all snot Yeah, I'ma need it a lot Just touched down on the moon You know you made fucking doom You know