Chunk Up Da Deuce

This bitch I gotta steal her, Chase Claypool No dubs for this little two face gay tool But keep taking L's just tryna play cool Getting played and it ain't April but ya may fool In the studio booth y'all be street clones I'm authentic and taking my seat, thrones An underground king just like Sweet Jones Rest easy goat, I'm flying thru speed zones Like I was riding round in jaguars like Duval Tryna diss me but I'll drag ya like RuPaul Pulled outta pocket more than a cue ball Like a fly on the wall I'm bout to shoo y'all I'll go cool off throughout the day and night Speak on my name ya better say it right I'm gonna lock it up and make it tight Wit more star power than who appeared on all of the lights I'm bringing four knuckles to ya incisors Ya gonna need a wedge of wood for these drivers Spending less money than some misers I remember lunch table and locker room cyphers We use to vibe to music in the car like vibe villa Hearing shots that's hitting right in the liver I know ya somebody that can't hold they liquor Just another party pooper that's a vibe killer Whether in the dorms or chilling in the shack We'd eat every beat we had like a snack Every bar hit hard and would never slack Time to hit the club for return of the mack Either the corner bar or the loose caboose It don't matter we gone off of the juice Got me a cup of cran-grape and goose Say peace out and chunk up the deuce On top of the world wit my seatbelt fastened Ready for whatever comes shorthanded So every chance I get I'm taking advantage And ya ain't missing nothing gotdamnit The paper trail leads me to an unbeatable foe I'm not an easy battle so ya better just go Or else I'm a have to expose ya as a hoe So if ya really want this then let's start the show I want all the smoke, from weed to cigar to gun Grab the mic and learn to have some fun But if ya sixteen ain't top tier then ya done And after bombing, far away ya gotta run It'll be a disaster piece of shit that's laughable Which to me would be quite palpable Like why would ya make me turn into an animal That's equal to a lit match by something flammable Smoke a J, be cool and take 2 L's since I shot ya And let the bars I spit see who's hotter But I'm pretty sure ya gonna see we gotcha Cuz of my location I'm a rapper who's a bebopper Unlike ya I would never fumble the snap Cuz everyone knows ya have trouble wit rap That's why ya bout to crumble and nap Then hopefully it'll make ya humble as crap I'm hot as lava and cold as freon Y'all other rappers are just a peon Like a sex fetish in a room of neon And ya belligerent from the xenon I'm a lyrical rapper that can also produce Got the Remy in my hand like I'm Papoose And then I'm a go poof, vamoose Say peace out and chunk up the deuce