Hey Ditherer’s back up and spittin’ words
Hittin nerds with tracks and lyrics that lack simple terms
If no one understands all the jokes that I make
They can’t propose that I’m fake or throw a roast in my face, hey
Coasting to fame, mostly cus I’m too lowly for shame
Call it fighting herds cus there’s like five foes in the game
I’m always hitting beats and bumping new shit
Bite off more than I can chew, grit my teeth and chew it
Sweet profusions earn desire like a streetcar
I’m a black iron prison with three bars
I’m like a pescatarian who can beef hard
I’m like a rapper if you take out the PR - wait.
And that’s just how I do it, bruh, opposite of punk rock
Now you see me grab a lunchbox, smack a punchclock
Night shifting cus I’m pale as fuck and hap to lack the sunblock
But I’ma climb the heights because the rapper path is unlocked

Whether or not any this’ll sell I’ma grind and work
People think I’m really into Miss Pommel and waifu her
And I don’t want to bring the wrong idea in these vapid bars
I ain’t try to marry her, Coco’s just my avatar
An intern and underpaid, been burned a dozen ways
Stoic, hardworking, keeps her head up in something gray
And rises in the world from other people being nice to her
Her cutie mark’s a pimp hat at least as far as I’ve observed
Writer rapper getting holy with the verse and chapters
And if I own an element go tell em that my virtue’s laughter
Solo, no friends on Facebook or the Myspace
Line break - blow a load of talent on your wife’s face
Nice taste, introduction flow’ll make the ice break
I spake and now they listen to me for the rhymes’ sake
I gotta keep it fresh enough to make up for my rotten luck
I made this whole tape in 40 days I hope it doesn’t suck