Barely Holdin' On

[Verse 1: CRYM] From a half-pint, half-squat on the blacktop Locking fools out like the 94 blackhawks Ad-libs ad-hoc, I know why mad, ock It's cause I'm bout to get the paper like a bad dog Your girl nasty, feet like an athlete Like Dewey in Malcolm in the Middle she can't pass D Gazing through an ancient view like a sexist Déjà vu, maybe you should make a checklist Of rap trophies, start with a white Lexus Next, the metal medallion over your solar plexus The Maranello run majestic, engine sound aggressive Try not to judge though I overrule objections The bat watch is acting up cause it's a rainy day Them bad thots backing up, cause it's a rainy day The squad form up with machines like megazords I got skunk similes and medical metaphors Young Louis CK my own tape on replay Only trust the horse's mouth fuck the he say she say relay That BHO got me jamming like a VHS Nineties shit, I'm Ash Ketchum tryna be the best [Verse 2: CRYM] Word up, yo, I'm tight as a noose loop Gotta make way for the new school And respect roots too So hungry that I'm nauseous Novices need to stand clear when I vomit Toxic, gargle gin and tonic, your wallets Put em in the bag, you too, Mr. Wallace Chocolates, life is like a box with two options That's to get it or submit to the motherfucker who got it CR is a fork in a socket, I'm so shocking Ask your main squeeze how I plow her like oxen Me and mine like to get waxed out at the trap house The culmination of my sublimation what I rap 'bout No chains cause I'm broke, and to be honest the shit's dumb Plus, I'm not subordinate to nada but a kick drum Bitches complement me like green and gold when I mix em And I throw a banquet when I vanquish every victim But here I am rapping from a nostalgic point of vantage Back when Arnold and the gang was having antics Sticking with the gambit, spit fly, get high Sprinkle cess like volcanic salts over the rib eye My lipshits on you rugrat thug cats and misfits My objective end up on a keychain full of hitclups