Macklemore couldn’t the handle the beat so I’ma kill it
Like a roach in the kitchen gettin' smashed by your momma’s skillet
I don’t rap about stackin' cash or rollin' with a zag and fill it
I’m just a dimwit with a studio spittin'

Real sense, I got a little bit to create hits
Pick up a nailed two by four stick call me Foley Mick
I got a tiny dick so I gotta make up for it
With a truck lift.. "Are you serious?"

No bitch I’m poor as dirt that’s why I’m wearin whorish shirts
I got the holes but not the hoes but I guess that’s a how it goes
What up Novi Nove you inspired this flow
Cause a Macklemore blows I just thought you should know

"Blah blah thrift shop blah buy some cheap clothes blah blah get money where all the hoes"

All you cheesy fuckin artists actin like you the hardest
All your flows are fuckin garbage you belong in a hearse
I’m about to spread my fuckin curse of rhyming all these fuckin words
Now the alphabet needs a nurse but fuck it I’m done with this freeverse