Going Bad (Remix)

I got like 45 extra minutes, after this I gotta go straight to Rod Run
Church, Church, Church

I ain't going bad, I don't have a expiration date
My flow is always fire like it's coming from a Shiner state
I always come correct like I got the highest law degree
Johnnie Cochran with the talk and if I lose my voice let it be
'Cause I could be a mute and you still gon' hear me yelling
Some homies at my house, registered as a felon
I'm the Garbage Pail Kid eating rotten watermelon
Spitting lethal seeds so all my minions have a chance to plant 'em
I don't even get mad when these rappers jock me though
Click like on that shit, comment on that bitch like "Neato"
I be eating haters like I'm high and all I got are Cheetos
I'm a outdoors man, put my mic in my gazebo
Bitch I'm country fried Chicken Willie, won't burn in any skillet
You can nuke me in the face and I wouldn't feel it
Body parts all billet, your momma's mom'll prolly feel it
Bass so hard send me back to the '50s
So I pulled up to a burger joint and talked to all the classy chicks
I told 'em I go hard like a guy with a futuristic dick
Money longer than your skirt, hanging at your ankles
I'm Danny Zuko, revving engines at the pink ladies
Half a dead man, oh brother where the art at?
'Bout to go nuts like a monocle in a top hat
Everybody wants the beef but cannot find the aisle
I grew up on the GOAT's, I'll be around for a while
My niche is I ain't got an itch, I barely have a style
But what I watched a thousand times is the movie 8-Mile
I don't Elmer Fudd around I was raised up on the Rabbit
That's why I'm digging these graves, I mean holes dagnabbit
So run it, run it, run it, run it, chase me 'til your lungs collapse
'Cause I'll be casting spells and make you have a massive asthma attack
And hacking black up out the bag, go spit that shit out on the ground
You looking for a water fountain, Mr. 'Thirsty for That Clout'
Leave you parched under a pear tree, barely surviving in the mild heat
I'ma serve my haters burning like I run Buffalo Wild Wings (What?)
Would you like to drink a tallboy of warm horse piss?
You want teriyaki with a side dish of Nashi? (Check please)
Yeah they wanna sew me, sue me, do me, ruin what the fuck I'm doing
But you're messing with psychosis used as a tool to go do it
So if you speaking to me sound fluid and not fucking stupid
I'm the shit, you're diaper poopy
Yeah these people think they hard and show up when really they just sharted
Brown marking whitie-tighties, don't blame it all on the chronic
I'ma poo on these bitches, ain't talking Christopher Robin
Some of these dudes up out their noodle, don't make me steal your shrimp Ramen
Gimme that bowl, gimme that fork, gimme that table if you wanna flex
Get the fuck up out my chair before I break your fucking neck
And leave my property line before I start my fucking mini ex
I don't have fifty cents for you, I don't got chains around my neck
Instruction-struction, what's your function, hip-hop growing such a fungus
Antiflamitoric, I ain't choking on a thing they throwing
Rocks are like some pebbles, I'm across the ranging dangerous ocean
I'm the Microban, you're mold, the industry's the whole apartment
I'm your neighbor with the pliers, I cut your brakes and slice your tires
I ain't Kevin Gates but, ayy, I don't get tired
I just get fried and I spit lines longer than some tree vines
If you swing you best connect the first time
You jumped on a track looking just like Thotiana
I don't beef with no bitches, why you wearing a tiara
I'll wait here while you bust it down with your offbeat ass
Need me to say your name 'cause it's hard to sell real trash
That's why I picked you up, put you in a bag and I tied it
Hashtag 'No Name', but you prolly still got excited ha-ha

Motorsport, mo-motorsport
Hell yeah, now I can go to fucking Rod Run
Yeah motherfucker Church, Church
Stone baby Stone
Stone baby Stone
Stone baby Stone
Motherfucker