Skew It

[Intro] Ladies and Gentlemen [Verse] In sixth grade I had blue hair, looking like Sonic I guess even back then I was the oddest Now I'm an artist, ducking from the audit Nah, I'll still drink it if you don't got tonic Don't tempt him, running from the gremlins Home fortified like the Kremlin Looking for cash and some tax exemptions You've been looking for a writer tighter than that rectum That's convenient, sleeping on him, keep dreamin' I'll teach sheep to rap till the sleepers believe it Dude in the Volcom jeans's a genius Nice raps, fuck the spice rack, he's so seasoned MCs creamin', no homo All the chickens coming for the rings, no Frodo Knuckles alfredo, rock a mic proper I've been going hard in the paint, no Flocka Lox on my bagel while my song's on cable What I spit 'bout make me stick out like my nasal I can't do it later, later If I want the O's stacked up like a pack of Life Savers Been pushing it, like my career's in labor Always been a risk-taker for the paper And when I get that I might cop a couple acres And move in right next door to the haters Unload the U-Haul, wave to the neighbors You should Instagram it, that's a moment I could savor Gotta get some better Chron, mics, I could get a palm Pockets looking blimp so I'll bimp till the cheddar's gone Get trophies and mantels to set 'em on Have fun till it's undone like the sweater song Ramble with assemblence of veterans Assemblies are gathering, I'm rapping for the better man My by-line next to all the rhymes that I'm pedaling Influenced by the truest to do it, It should be evident Came a long way since a young white man Every night plan's detrimental to my life span Now finally, I got my shit together I match my shirt, and my kicks together But that's vanity, I guess I'm vain, Maine Gretzky Sicker than some liquor then I'll mix it with your Pepsi S-P-O-S-E, rhyme sexy You'll need a bigger clipboard than that to assess me Hi, no yacht, I'm a landlubber Sip a Sam's Summer with the cover band drummer Peacock rappers, open up their trap Those are dope feathers but you birds can't rap And I've been going pretty fucking hard from the start Peter beat the beat apart and leave it sobbing in the dark Dankonia [Hook] Old school players and new school fools Spose keep it jumping like kangaroos Skew it on the barbie, we ain't tryin' to loose They be like, "God damn it, they done changed the rules" Old school players and new school fools P. Dank keep it jumping like kangaroos Skew it on the barbie, we ain't tryin' to loose They be like, "God damn it, they done changed the rules" [Outro] (Ladies and Gentlemen!) God damn it we done changed the rules (This is my first time in Maine)