Lil Creeper-
Drink it up drink it up buttercup-
Sicker than an African with herpes in his butt-
Spitting these lyrics, hot like south america-
Your not like me, No wonder we ain't feeling ya-
Calling you a faggot, your girlfriend is a cunt-
Roo on the track, best believe im number one-
High socks, tucked sleeveless-
Madd party crew, my whole team mischievous-
They smoking herb Im rolling the green-
No puffs at the joints, I ain't hitting trees-
I ain't high, that life isn't for me-
Straight edge kid, That’s who I be-
Unless the molly come passing in my area-
Pop a few, pocket 2, homie hell yeah-
Cause the party in my brain has got me insane-
Only 16 just joined the game-
Slipping verses into hearses my rhymes are like curses-
Bringing back the dead, Doing a good service-
But society hates niceness I murder with kindness-
Shine bright like a diamond, leaving with blindness-
If my album ever drops, I hope to get some worship-
Nugget and Roo, Referring in 3rd person-
Like the ladies like when I get like this-
I remembered I liked to be like my uncle Chris-
Now look at me, Jorts wearing, and low tops-
Only difference is, He never wore tube socks-
I look up to him, How punky looks at me-
Look up to a look up I was born when Chris was 3-
Newspaper article, My rhymes are barnacles-
New producer, so its time to charge a few-
Kids, who like my tiny label-
I murder lyrics, How Cain killed Abel-
See I’m confident there's evidence-
Myself evidence led to Self-confidence-

And I’m scared of cats, I hate these cats-
Don’t say I’m pussy, I’m still kissing Kat-

(Who the hell is cat?)
Oh its this girl I've been sexting. I think shes my girlfriend. Face hates her