Hand Me That - YYZ

Okay

He’s the opposite of prominent

Proposterous, Incompetent

The consequence of living with the devil as an occupant

models in a lava pit

Cheek to cheek and meet and greets

He’s shaking hands like Parkinson’s

Awesomeness

Yeah, he’s the composite

But he’s still bugging like the carcass in the bottom of his conduits

‘Cause this is all just bs

Guess we’ll just see when we catch onto it

If he was gay and British, just tell me, would you latch onto it?

(What you’re gonna do)

Handle dick, and watch him catch on fire like a candle wick

Shammy’s slick

I heard he likes ‘em chunkier like hearty cups of Campbell’s is

Half rapper, half actor

Knapsack backwards

graham crackers

Follow me ‘round back and swallow these brown caps

‘Cause I’m droppin' jaws

Better lock it up like it’s your father’s car

Seriously baby, you gon' finish that?

or nah?

Take another sip, I’ll have you wetter than a Crocanaw

Pokemon ref’rence

Hopin' y’all get this

Target audience is just like bro c’mon

Next quip, rapper’s dad

I got it rolling in it’s grave

Cause man, I ain’t poppin' caps unless they packed in VMA

Mixin' ecstasy with Gaye

I just call it rollin' snow

Right now I can’t feel my fingers and my hands ain’t even cold

And my hands ain’t even cold

Tryna talk to God but he won’t answer me no more

Maybe it’s ‘cause I don’t call my family at home

When I’m travilin' this road, I’m jus' handlin' my own

If I fall back on the street, I’mma land on my feet

Got on pants in my dreams

I’m a battle fatigued

I’m a shackles, a wing

Stayin' up all night

Ahh my bad, I’m a swing

I’m a limp dick

Unbeatable god

My ball’s are blue

Double D, double die

I lean to the right

Like I’m drinkin' a Sprite, but the e’s implied

Fuckin' witchu mama ‘cause you love the way I eat a pussy

Fuckin' witchu mama ‘cause you love the way I eat a pussy

I’m fuckin' weird

God’s a virgin, musketeers

Still I got them runnin' back

Like Martin for the buccaneers

Schizophrenic, and I swear I need a fuckin' clinic

‘Cause I seem to kill my name with every single room I enter

Livin' on a bando like a robot from the future

I’mma visit with my vendor from a or a cruiser

And I don’t wanna die or get locked up

I’m just tryna take a few more shots than Big Papa

Wilkes Booth, Fifty Abraham at the opera

, Kennedy and Lohan in a halter

So ‘til I’ve got something that I can profit on

I’ma keep on birthin' out these hits quicker than Octomom

Drivin' down The Autobahn, baby I’m your Dr. Oz

Watch eat my shit up like a new flavor of Haagen Daaz