Gaijins - Rhino, Youthstar, ASM

Let’s keep it funky, Rick James

Life’s a freak and I get brains

Exchange fluids, till I get some dick pains

Then paint the sheets with semen and shit stains

I, been building my name, for as long as I’ve been in the game

I got a one dollar bill in the frame, I’m getting paid

Y’all on Minimum wage, in your small limited lanes

I’m Lebron James, I am Mike and you’re DeAndre

Who want play, and who can ball?

prove me wrong, hey !

I’m loony Kanye, feuding on Sway,

You can all hate and boo me off stage.

screw what y’all say.

I screw these groupies on Yay

Sprinkle lines on their titties then I do he salt-bae

I turn your city to a fuming Pompei

My verse is gritty I could do this all day, mother fuckers

Who’s up next?

Huh?

God, damn this is nasty, packing that weight that’ll damage a taxi

Fatter than ass cheeks, caliber that of Kardashian back meat,

More like a Rhino with Elephantiasis,

Swell up with niceness

Fellow beat makers catch serial crises,

While checking my side kick in televised hi-jinxs,

Ey yo

Hell of a likeness to priceless,

Elegant highness of Gaijin’s

Tinnitus ringing, the syllables swinging,

Till billions and billions of children be singing it

Killing them, like Killian, be flipping with the scissor kick

Can I get a «Dinninit»,

Internet, anyone, bigger soon than everyone,

Kill the groove and let it run

Send her through and get her done

Send them in, one fine line up for your eminence

If any display irreverence, expulsion for good from the tenement,

Lovecraft supreme, the benevolent,

And he’s been up in the lab assembling

Cold raw, both my mum’s and pop’s and Biggie foresaw

That it’s all about the Benjamins,

That’s resonant, from the sediment,

Tapped into the source and it never ends,

Unlimited steam from the void, ha

Part Pink Floyd, part Sigmund Freud,

Analyst mode, guzzle gallons of gold,

FP in the cut get the cannabis rolled

Rhino the unanimous G.O.A.T,

Jade Amulet wrote that to nourish all the cancerous souls

Man a snake charmer, rap farmer in the game,

Got no whip but I’m from the city

Where the people put the llamas on the tram and train

I get brain off ya bitch man the girls insane she needs taming

I ain’t claiming I’m facts stating, its aggravating, don’t be hating,

It’s on that bitch that you be dating,

Better off fuckin with some rave ting

With the face down arse up bullying the gash ting

Splatter in the face and when her pussies getting battered,

Yeah I know she’s kinda backwards but to me that doesn’t matter,

Man ill ram her with my hammer faster than a fucking cheetah,

I’m like he-man banging she-ra in a castle like a leader

With my sword up in the sky and she be screaming out for Youthstar

I’m the muthafuckin double timing rhymer in this bitch

With the ASM and Rhino, Miscellaneous my click

And anybody wanna bring it with these Ex pats

Suck my…