I Be Stalin

Fillin up my bucket with soda
And I never get enough of that cola
Got a bit of a cough cough that’s pneumonia
Spread that fever like ebola
That’s that shit that I’m rappin
I call it a virus cause it’s catchy
You stay classy I stay trashy

In the end just guess whos happy
This that next level shit I got that retro flow atari though
Tryna get a princess like I’m playin super mario
Bitches call me daddy imma end up on the maury show
I put me on the spot and knocked you off, I ain’t sorry tho
I put me on the spot and knocked you off, I ain’t sorry tho
I put me on the spot and knocked you off, I ain’t sorry tho

Drillin a hole in the earth till it burst and I open a portal to hell
Fillin they holes and I’m puttin in work and they lookin for me I can tell
Nothin is stoppin me covered in diamonds I’m trippy as fuck with the spells
Not down to go not a problem I’m good I got hands I can do it myself

And I got that 20/20 vision
20/20 eyesight, but I look at all this brightness in my future and I’ll go blind right
Down to the bone
But I can still feel my soul
I got the furnace cookin heat I got it fueled up with the coal
I be stalin