Yo, you know what I should do?
Naa..Ok I'll..Naa
Nah actually..alright fuck it
Look it's Fenton on them
I'm rapping like it's Christmas Eve
Bitch I'm going in, you don't wanna really mess with me
My flow stays sick like a hospital patient
And I'm running through this car
Like I'm in a fucking race track
Going on the flow like my name is Rida
Flo Rida, Florida
Reference to a state and a rapper at the same time
Changing the game
Like I put a Monopoly piece on the board when it wasn't my turn
I got bored of the rap game
So I went to start singing opera
I got bored of opera
So I started watching Oprah
I got my flow and then I'm on top of the game
I'm eating Whoppers while eating a banana
Bitch my flow's on top of the microphone
When I rap on the metrodome
I went back in time and played Back to the Future backwards
My flow is like a banana
Man what the fuck I just said banana
Running this, but I don't know how to stop
I'm bouta spit a four minute freestyle off the dome
I spit straight fire while you're home alone
I'm actually home alone like Macaulay Culkin
I'm spitting straight fire
Flyer than a fallcon
Or a falcon
Don't even know how to go out of this
I'm on top of the game and I'm not even playing
You know, I'm insane in the membrane
Without taking anything
I can't rap anymore god dammit
What is with this game?
I don't even know how to stop
I don't know how to start again
Cause I'm so bad at rapping
But I'm not a battle rapper
It's Lu-Tang
The revision is still coming back
April 38th is when my mixtape drops
You see, April 38th isn't a real date
So your mind gets messed up
Cause you think it's a real date
Get the date checked
Get the game wrecked
Top of the check
I got Wu-Tang on my chest
Cause that's all I damn rep
But it should be Lu-Tang
I got a symbol for it
L-T, that's just what I stand for
Look, Fenton on them
I'm dancing on them
Rapping on top of the track
While dropping acid on top of the back
All these wack raps
I don't know how to spit wack raps
Cause I only rap on top of wack tracks
I don't know how to go with it cause I'm on top of it
I'm spitting straight octopus
Cause I be all squiggly and jiggily
I'm running on top of the flow
"Oh my god, how does he keep going?"
"I don't know", that's what they all say
Cyclops flow cause I got one eye
I don't know how to go with it
I'm just one guy
All my beats are all made by me
That's a lie
But I still get money
I don't get money
That's another lie
I'm still spitting straight funny
My raps aren't that funny anymore
I gotta slow it down
My beats are kinda hot, I call that a stove
That was a pretty lame analogy
But I'm still killing all these Gs
I don't spit much fire G
But you know imma be
Like that Black Eyed Peas Song from 2010
I keep referencing songs
Ben 10, when I'm on top of the Ben 10
Oh god, that was an ugly line
I don't care anymore, cause my raps are so damn bad
It's gonna make your mind sore
I'm soaring like an eagle
A bald eagle
I'm balder than Walter White
But I'm not Walter White
Cause I'm not a chemistry teacher like Ms. Dodd
I kind it quite odd
These rappers are on my mind
It's like my mind is playing tricks on me
Like the Geto Boys
That's a song back from the 90s when rap was actually factual
Racking on top of the track
But I'm not factual
I am not a rapper
All that's leftover's a wrapper
Spitting straight fuego
Feugo on my mind
I used to be on top
But now I'm on my grind
Wayne used to be a rapper
Now he's not even a factor
Now everything's fucked up, every since Drake started rapping
Honestly, really the real problem is Iggy Azalea
I'm so sick of her, I don't know what rhymes with Azalea
God dammit, she's a failure
What am I gonna say?
I'm on top of the mic
And I'm still blasting that classic Marvin Gaye
I don't even know how to stop anymore
The only thing that really is good with this rap is
Yo, I miss the 90s, but I wasn't even like alive back then
God dammit, my rap skills are kinda like a falafel
What? I don't know how I'm gonna go without a waffle
My rhyme is like swiss cheese
Cause it got holes in it
And I'm just stacking money
Cause I got poles in it
My flow stays on top of them
Like I am a box
I'm trapped in the box with my emotions and my thoughts
I'm Lu-Tang, I'm never gonna stop
And you know Imma do this until my mixtape drops
I'm on them
I'm gone 'em
I'm gone with the wind
And I'm fighting a bull
I'm raging a bull like Di Nero
You don't know how to send me
I'm eating cheerios while I have friends with Robert Cranston
On top of the mic, but I'm not even dancing
Like Dirty Dancing
Spitting straight fire
I'm the greatest rapper after every rapper in the damn planet
Ahhhh
