You wanna sift the rift sew your shit high baller joke yolk chin strap gone away with my gold fiddle
you wanna rack that chap that laps fats from hats got Gods goggle
gonna Google the good things and bury a nation you wanna die give me seventeen rhymes
I make the damnedest rhymes about Courtney's crimes
yeah shit and floss water gonna sell you a Bible or a broke gold bauble gonna find you a genie in a glass neck bottle
and the torture is fine the torture is mine gold torture is fine n and the dark boots glitching like the bitch is bitching
we got old money she gets stoned like she stole money
and I'm a freak of nature I ain't real you wanna do a pill make seventeen mill and change your gods name to dollar bill...