Transformations Testo

Just kidding
Everything ready, man? Features, man
This is gonna be fuckin' crazy, bro
This one's gonna be great, bro
We're gonna go off crazy, bro
This feature's for the hip-hop world, like, so we gotta take this one seriously, bro
It's really just Alarm Clock's
Alright, he told me he wanted, he need to do a feature on the low, so I gotta do it right
And when you're dealin' with DJ Clockwork
You're dealin' with someone that, A. knows his hip-hop He knows his hip-hop, he, you know, he's a student of the game
And, and, and he treats his bars like a, you know, he really does that shit
Um
I'm straight
Here, at least have a, a beverage
Oh, there's a beer up there, there's a beer in the fridge, there's a, uh
Grab the Tecate and then the Pacifico
'Cause one's a bottle, and one's a can
I don't know how, how much I'm tryna go in
Thank you, bro

Yeah, um, alright
Okay, so

Alright, psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinker
Blew my shit up with a thumb up like Henry Winkler
My bitch is like a king cover, put it in her sphincter
Your bitch like a bad fart, all she do is linger

What? Um, let me, let me try, let me try that again Okay, like I was sayin'
Alright, said, um

I'm a psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinker
I blew my shit up with a thumb up like Henry Winkler
My bitch is like a king cover, put it in her sphincter
Your bitch like a bad fart, all she do is linger
Shit, I should have been a singer
I should have been Curt Schilling, woulda had a sinker
Ahead of y'all chillin', you lookin' at my blinkers
Rappers just some bumblebees, pullin' out your stingers
Yeah, I'm gettin' high, smokin' weed again
And lean for the low, **** for the medium
Couple of my homies were on CNN
I changed the channel once they went into commercials
Yeah, delusional Waldo Emerson
Just like you, I love football and lesbians
Never deal with bitches, 'cause bitches are some thespians
Save the drama for your motherfuckin' mama
Oh Jesus, who's the rapper with the gold penis?
Put away your money, scrub, I ain't doin' no features
This ain't a motherfuckin' drill, bitch, I'm young Jehova
In the backyard with pads on, runnin' Oklahomas
Get low