this verse is ridiculous
imma lyrical recivdivist
if my flow gives me cysts
i'll pop em quick like this

you witness no fucks
i'm givin no luck
i'm spittin right now so you can
find outhow my writtens twice as loud

as the freestyle
but i can't perform
to the beat while everybody's eyes are drawn
so i'll panic say some stupid shit i ran with
while the other mc chokes me out like a damn sith

oh damn made a deep cut
so i say but
that'll be the highest grosser going by the gut
so if i'm gonna reference some shit i'll bring it to ya
like the OGs said yo i'm gonna school ya

i drop rhymes like gruntilda
you can be my kazooie
or you can do a barrel roll
if you think that game's screwy

but i'm so slippy i'm like toad
gettin caught in this bitch
so it's a good thing peach's
unseen daddy is rich

i go hard like sam and max
when they hit the road
and i watch rick and morty
cuz that's a good show
and then i'll flip to penn and teller
travis and old yeller
aw shit poor feller
those are good duos

i can trade shoutouts with the worst of them
the durst of them then go with a burst of fun
when i shock em like pichu my machu will beatchu
if my main can use fly then i always can reach you

so fuck a trainer entertainer when they try to knock me off my bike
i'm going thirty miles an hour but they do what they like
but now i'm going slower and i'm runnin out of steam
i'll catch my breath in the chorus or so it'll seem

i'd call myself a beatlemaniac
if john and george came back i'd have a heart attack
but whichever one you favor i've got a rhyme to savor
cuz i long for songs not sung by hacks

if john is your guy you can see piggies fly
cuz i am the walrus and the walrus is i
i wanna see ya come together for a revolution
you under the weather dr. robert's got solutions

here sadie he's gonna prescribe you a pill
remember the story of bungalow bill
imagine if you
and julia too
could cry baby cry for the fool on the hill

which brings us to paul his record don't stall
if it's honey pie playin he's waiting to call
hello goodbye sayin to the man in the stall
on the penny lane pavement hey judey don't fall

take a sad song for no one and tell me who you wrote it for
maybe for a woman by the name of rigby, eleanor
let the blackbird fly if raccoon is your guy
cuz paul isn't dead and he ain't gonna die

george my boy have you paid the taxman
the axe man would love you to ask man
your guitar is weeping but i'm smiling wide
cuz within you without you i'm happy inside

aw shit now i finally get to ringo
a dingo flamingo whichever fuckin thingo
ate my list of his songs i beg your pardon
just don't pass by an octopus's garden