Rubik's Cube / Koala Weed

Solving the Rubic's cube, I am the newest dude I'm shooting for the moon, rapping is what I do My friends, they call me rude, 'cuz I be stealing food Smoking all afternoon, got me in the right mood I'm cruising with my car on the highway 10 grams of weed on my plate Heaven or hell, just choose the right gate I'm using excel, to get all of my words straight I've got a spliff, and next to it a piece of candy, liquorish I've had enough of sentiment, a Rollie on your wrist, but you rented it I got to repeat it, I don't do feelings I am a demon killing the reaper His face all grim, you got a job, but it's on the rim Of society, blending in I've got Bane all stressed and shit I'm the new villain, angels on the ceiling After I sprayed my axe in the back of the crack-dealer When I see wacks, I attack, leave em smashed, squaling Like a duck, give no fucks, uppercut, they need fast healing I don't mean to offend But you're the one on a scale of one to ten I'm on twelve, still growing Like your belt, omnivoring But I'm never gonna give you up I be on yelp, Rick Rolling Get rid of the 'Big boned' thing I'm getting sick of roasting (But clearly) you (Are not) Burning calories, what you supposed to do Accept I apply the burns, lesson learned You are hot when running, like a furnace You look like all the google images on 'Earnice' This controversial rap is gonna start a skirmish I'm fat shaming while smiling smugly, Matt Damon Let me turn the Paige, go from Mars to the moon, emaciating Eating differently can be lifechanging But who am I to judge, I'm just having fun, while hating On myself, 'cuz I eat too much Still, I don't really give a f*ck This topic's getting boring Got me snoring, let me switch it up Got no more weed, in search of a dealer I was kinda rude, excuse my demeanor My raps are fun, but your raps are cleaner You all iced out, looks like you're wearing a freezer When the lights out, you can see the beamer I've given up, rap is sloppy like I caught a fever This rap is random, I'm lacking fandom So no one's gonna be offended by my fat-tantrum Did you even understand it? Probably not, no reason to panic I'm doing gymnastics, backflipping on this beat while laughing Can't do a backflip, that shit was a lie You're the G.O.A.T., but then again, so am I On a ridiculous rise, my oh my, I'm the main, you the side If you wanna be potatoes or fries While I'm smoking broccoli, balling like a soccer team I be chillin in prison, spittin wisdom, call me Socrates You're a fool if you are mocking me It takes me less than 16 bars to make you lyrically obsolete You can catch me dominating the economy I own every single street in every game of monopoly With Sonic speed, I smoke lung-destructive weed Now I've got chronic obstructive pulmonary disease I'm chilling, hanging from the ceiling I got Koala weed I hug them to express my feelings Man I love my trees Rolling one up gives me energy Bad tabacco is the enemy Spliff after spliff, I roll them with ease Smoking heavily I know rapping is my destiny I work on my craft endlessly I'll create the greatest legacy These trees got me feeling heavenly You can find me vibing on these melodies In an altered state of consciousness, ecstasy I'm on a different level mentally Next step, is LSD