Trollz (Remix)

Mastermind, I write these rhymes, I'm flatten lines on my surprise
I've seen the guys that tried me a couple times and now I think they flatlined
I'm making shit spark, you need a shock to the chest
I'm done digging up these rappers just so they can get a check
Gotta go, gotta work, got skill, yes sir
I talk to myself in the mirror, I'm the CEO, huh
Hit the button on the lanyard and the neighborhood woke
I'm 24/7 in a 347 Stroker motor
My Mustang hitting licks like some lesbian horses
I'm dynamically inclined so while we're at it let's be open
If you blow me on a track better get a wind tunnel on it
I'm light years ahead for the category that I am roaming
Got 2030 hits written up in my future iPhone and
On the moon with a mic, Stoner floating in the moment
They say that the sky is the limit so my life goal is to orbit
Fuck a star, I ain't a star, I'm just driving a shiny disk
Made from USB cords and an iTunes playlist
Of all the hottest songs talking about cars
And which Instagram thottie is out here sucking you off?
Bitch, I'm the River Ratasaurus Rex, Creek Squad around the neck
Like Antarctica my art form is unable to detect
The unidentified fried country guy standing on the road side fresh like a Piggly Wiggly produce aisle
I'm smashing the celery, straight up smoking some cabbage
I'm writing hits on my Apple using your software tomatoes
And don't be flexing with no V-8, that shit is unacceptable
Coming in my lane the end result is you being a vegetable
A brick wall where the folks talk and the same when they hit me
Test dummy ass motherfucker and infinity is for infinity
Bitch, I am an entire infantry with no end and no assembly
But I bet the game remembers me without a Grammy or a Top 3
Got heart like Dale earned everything I got
I'll be doing a buck 80 when I desire to stop
Got me on loop like Talladega, checkered flag is my car wrap
Rebel flag out my car window, pop champagne when I get there
And my Winners Circle tighter than a too small Trojan
What's a horse to a pony when the game free roamin'?
Hater rest in peace, I got that RPG
I'm sipping RC Cola while you D-I-E
Don't you see my cheeks? always red as can be
Only person beating me up is the yesterday me, G
My feature charge is hard I walk in with The Master Ball
Put the flamethrower on 'em like a fucking Charizard
You know I gotta hit 'em with the classic Anime melee
I'm like Mike, you're Tyson chicken shit, come in and get waylayed
If I make you my target that means you're going on lay-a-way
And don't tell me I ain't shit, won't you go check what my sales say
I'm the southern rap sensei, got 'em doing what I say
Then I tie these bitches up like knots in bondage and hentai
I'm a pussy magnet, planting seeds for cunt trees
Gotta MILF to kick it with me now she's getting her butt squeezed
Haha, dad bod on point just like the lead in my pencil
These rappers keep my name out their mouth because I'll stab 'em with utensils
My diss songs hella suspenseful like a new Jurassic Park
And I'm the T-Rex eating your dogs up like your front lawn
The country boy up off the chain now
Throwing rappers out the game like hurling food at a steak house
A-1 and I keep it dirty
And I could wear a mask for Covid in public and still get noticed
Every lyric, bitch I wrote it, I'm the one who keeps me floating
So unless you wanna sink check out my boat and how I flow it
And check the track record, I mean RHEC'n on my opponents
Before you step to me just think is it worth your streaming service
Church

Damn the beat's already over