I am the dopest rapper that anyone has seen or heard.
The rap god worships me like a worthless nerd.
I make a copious amount of bank,
While smoking a copious amount of bank.
The illest of rhymes is what I spit.
I need a spittoon and I don’t even dip.

Don’t flip, trip or grip me.
You might just rip me,
And I don’t want that.

Yeah I’m fat,
But with a “p-h,” because I’ve got class.
And I run fast,
As fast as a jungle cat,
Away from the past.
I live in the moment.
I say the word “yolo” and own it.

One more thing:
If you ever pass me on the streets,
You may as well say “Happy Birthday,” because every day is dedicated to the birth of me.