Turd In The Oven

[Intro] I do not talk, I am just a rapper [Verse 1] C.G. but I'm real light talk I know these motherfuckers wish I'd turn my mic off Fuckin' Teddy Roosevelt Big stick, walk soft On top of this hill of pussy where I get my rocks off Yeah my raps kill laundry Knock socks off Rappers think they're on the court All they do is trash talk But I do not talk, I am just a rapper He's rapping over indie songs? This is a disaster! But I made it dope like I'm cookin' in the kitchen And these niggas couldn't see me now I'm fuckin' with they vision And these bitches wasn't listening Now they fucking listening Shoot from the hip, motherfucker I'm a hipster Do big things like a whale is your sister Bitches get all dolled up, Westminster Fake niggas ain't happy, are ya dude? More raps than vegetarian barbecues Can't learn, this rapping has to be part of you Big dog, I'm steady reppin', I'm Marmaduke And I'm trying to do Everything Sick Boy Medicine And I kill beef Burger King Elroy, and I jettison Out the atmosphere I was always here Girls tremble when they see me like it's cold in there I do not talk don't chat neither If it ain't about me then you shouldn't talk either Bambi mixtape got poppin' All the super late girls asking when the album droppin If you ain't gettin yours then you better get something My shit hot shit like turd in the oven [Verse 2] My mouth drops classics Lips are historic Tongue is amazing Ask your clitoris Underground king like the young Bun B And these haters are pussy so they should love me Cuz I'm so T-I-T-E Niggas can't believe that my shit is free Indie rap niggas smoke purp, drink tea Nigga, pop quiz: what you know about me? And what you should know, I do a lot of this I mean business, I'm the Economist Big bad wolf, blowing over your cottages Nigga on Twitter, but ain't easy to follow this I'm dropping new shit, like the early bird Shout out to Silver Lake Shout out to Williamsburg To all my Slick Rick kids looking dapper Do your thing and you are just a rapper