The Highlight Tape

[Verse 1: Stackz] Friends call me Stackz, that's the name I inherited Wordplay's my passion, these punchlines I'm clever with Lyrics too crazy, my mind need a sedative From A to Z, murder your whole family tree Now the verse relative Haters on my dick, always talking mad shit Put their life in double jeopardy Now watch 'em plead the fifth I am just a white kid, from a comfortable suburbia You say you blowing up but nobody's ever heard of ya.. You must be that balloon boy, CNN news Cause your career's as flat as the ass on Penelope Cruz Let me clarify - I am wealthy, not rich Pockets kind of chubby but my waist a 36 That means there's room to eat, motherfucker I'm hungry A gator in the water, no Crocodile Dundee These labels need to sign me Sometimes I wonder what they're waiting for Every bar's got a metaphor like an educated prison ward Unless you are an arsonist, leave my lines alone Every word is fire, hell's my comfort zone Hip-Hop's in my blood, I feel it all inside of me I rap because I love it and the industry inspires me I live spontaneous, no blueprints full of plans Riding through my city, console full of Skoal cans Air condition's always on - I never needed fans So I hope you understand That it's hard to comprehend these dudes tryna shake my hand Steady calling me "The Man" Bitches that would neglect me beg to get in my pants God Damn! Screamin' "Stackz we feelin' you!" And though this may be true So's my baby boo and my homey's back home too Word to my goons, BX is the crew That's Bexhill Farms for those who are confused I rep them in every song because you can't forget your roots [Verse 2: Stackz] Look.. They say Hip-Hop is dead Well I'm what the doctor ordered Fifths of Jager like it's water How the fuck do I afford it? I get head and tail Take your pick, flip a quarter I'm a shot of whiskey, straight They're sweeter than gin and tonics My team smoke retro green, we call it Super-Sonics I fuck with bars - yes I'm an alcoholic Got 'em pushing up daisies Through this beat I will frolic And ride it like a rodeo I'm bound to blow, no homo though Flow super like Mario So bitches love the audio Trippin? No, not hardly bro I run my city - cardio Now let the beat catch me I'm a motherfucking problem Mailmen don't even address me Doing it big over here, Rasputia homey Stackz on deck for those who don't know me Give it about a month and you'll be begging to clone me Foul mouth, I don't give a mother F Fuck the beat til' there's nothing left I come correct Treating tracks just like my wifey's sex Check Two minutes in, I hope y'all know what I'm about now Serve you gritty shit like you living in the south now But this ain't no Waffle House I keep a docile spouse with a colossal mouth Showed her the Nazi route Sticking my kielbasa in her sauerkraut And I eat it too Best believe I do Now you might think that that's kinda sick But my shorty is in love with it [Verse 3: Stackz] Come on y'all let's face it With my dreams I have perfect placement They've always been in reach I've never had to chase it Goodness gracious, my aura so bodacious Swagger out this world Please jump on board my space ship Make it rain with verbal cartridges My game tight like city parking is Pass the blunt once they sparking it I'm already a sober monster, imagine giving my mind a lift Plus I'm already all kinds of sick Here's the gist AIDS mixed with syphilis Gonorrhea, cysts and herpes dicks Bitch you really wanna fuck with this? NAHH Nickname me domestic, on the mic I'm abusing geeks Though I don't hit the reef, I still fuck with Wiz Khalif Remixed his track, "Black and Blue" - I bruise the beat System up, as I cruise the streets Hit the gas now they losing me I told y'all I'm vicious I have a gift rapping, Stackz so Christmas I'm killing everything, bodybag the witness My bandwagons full, I should probably renovate We are not parallel, motherfucker get it straight Too many squares in your circle, I suggest you get in shape They criticize, embrace the hate Eye's on me heavy, call this track "The Highlight Tape"