Flatironlake

Let me introduce you to the wild, wild west
 But the real wild west I ain't talkin' Will Smith
 Cowboys, bandits, gangbangers and cheap hoes
 Ride round town with a bandana and ill flow
 Bare knuckle usin' no six shooter, I'm real brutal piss shooter
 I'm pretty witty with it, don't need tutors
 I'm ridin' horseback waitin' for the next stack
 of cash but the catch is I never made jack
 My vibe doctor, the Molly Miller, who gone missin'
 the Godzilla, a dead J Dilla, Bismillah
 Not the realest or illest spitter who lives
 I'm just tryna get a little bit of happiness, no skrilla
 I'm straight-snappin' these straight jackets, I'm brain-bashin'
 Lane passin' lames, and I'm dane smashin' I'm soul-snatchin'
 Been attacking you, but
 You panicking 'cause
 These bars got you mannequins scuffed
 Satanic, you what?
 (bllt bllt bllt)
 I don't think you're really real
 No I don't really think you're real
 Show me how you really feel
 And don't hold back yourself
 You're claimin' that you will to steal
 Claimin' this and that but still
 Still, ay' let's talk about it
 You say they always 'bout it
 But wait till I call you out, then you break
 Can you close your mouth and
 I eat pizza from the crust
 Keep losers under my Timbs
 I ain't ever trusted rules
 Since I grew my lungs and limbs
 What I think is what I do
 And what I do is what I think
 Call me outsider but still
 I'm in tune with what's within. (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 I ain't settin' up shit up for you
 All you clowns have been upset
 My crew kickin' in the crib
 Then walks around with chicken legs
 Serpent lord puffin'immortal he's the loudest in the pack
 Feel like I am full of life
 Rap like I've a minute left
 Talk with
 Caps lock on and I don't
 Grasp my dong
 When I
 Rap on stage or else my
 Hand goes numb
 I'm implying that my phallus is so vast and long
 That when I try to pick it up my blood-flow can't prolong
 I'm what's real
 Define me?
 You can't define me
 No I ain't signing legally binding deals for money
 It's in the fine print
 Your hijinks grimey
 The fair behind me
 Redefine the field
 EXO
 I don't think you're really real
 No I don't really think you're real
 Show me how you really feel
 And don't hold back yourself
 You're claimin' that you will to steal
 Claimin' this and that but still
 Still, ay' let's talk about it
 You say they always 'bout it
 But wait till I call you out, then you break
 Can you close your mouth and-