[Intro]
Houston we're set for liftoff
Ye-ha-ha, let me smoke this joint first then we can liftoff
How 'bout that?
Three, two, one
Ha ha

[Verse]
Bitch my brain is mechanical, I spit heavy titanium
I'm like that toxic liquid midas seep way deep in my cranium
And all these hot bars pressurized a fuckin' diamond of sorts
'Cause I stay cuttin' fuckin' throats like I be slingin' multiple swords
And if I think you want my power I'm gettin' multiple cords
And hookin' up to a power plant to be a nuclear forge
So just stay clear of my acid I'm goin' so komodo dragon
So stay away from my mud unless you want to get the action
It ain't nothin' to it partner, drop that bitch and get to blastin'
And the shit I write is deadly and I flunked my English classes
And my teachers always told me that I'd still live with my momma
And my momma had heart so goin' hard was my target
And I hit the bullseye on that son of a bitch
And they still mean muggin' like I'm dirty as shit
Well eat your seven year old words that probably still crisp
I'll be swimmin' in my pool lookin' naked and shit
And gettin' high on the divin' board at the top of the list
A half a milli worth of cars I haven't driven for shit
My old truck got a new smell in that son of a bitch
So fuck the stage I didn't walk until there's splinters in my dick
Yeah, I wish a cracker would like Plank from Ed, Edd, and Eddy
I'm goin' for your artery with this dull ass machete
And if I can't cut you off, then I guess I'm stompin' you spinal
'Bout to F a honky up like the grades on my finals
There ain't no E up in my system it's a flipped around three
And that's bad luck on a track, Dale Earnhardt rest in peace
Got all these rappers on my D like college parties in Knoxville
See I'm B A on this shit an alphabetical art
It's over I don't take L's, let's be honest with the cyclin'
I got here by pedalin' hard on a Huffy motherfucker
And my chain ain't gonna break no matter how much baggage that I gain
My structure stay tougher than a fuckin' Chevrolet
So when I let the air out and I get this shit off my chest
It's just a beautiful mess and trigger starts in my head
'Cause I don't want to be Slim and I don't want to be Rock
I want to live in the country and smoke down trucks full of pot
And I got your momma and daddy singin' Rolling Stoned every day
From Michigan to Cali Backwoods wrappin' up that hay
Yeah they puff passin' on beaches, they puff passin' on hilltops
Puff passin' at my shows right in front of the damn cops
Yeah, that game gave me the green light so I white smoked my tread off
Now I'm goin' about a thousand miles an hour my rims glowin' like moon rocks
And bitch I don't even tow, my shuttle hit the orbit
Now I'm dunkin' on these hoes like Looney Tunes with Michael Jordan bitch
[Outro]
Ha ha ha ha ha
With my tongue hangin' out and everything
Three pointers all day
Ha ha ha ha
Church
Oh Lord
Church, Church, Church, Church
Church, Church, Church, Church
Church, Church