Deviatin' Septums - CZARFACE

Spit the rudest flow, never stoop low for stupid hoes

Fresher than ya new clothes, Winter in Chicago, boy

I’m too cold

I’m too bold, attackin' like I’m Cujo

How many times can that gun burst if it’s from Earth?

How many stupid food-colored whips are you hopping out in one verse

Tell me again, how many (Ladies!) are you slayin'?

When you really watchin PornHub clips with fifty-two percent ratings

My mind’s all-smart, it’s in the ball park as Jean-Paul Sartre

Yours is in the parking lot of Walmart

Bagging Duck Dynasty wall-art

You claiming that you move the clubs, but only in a golf cart

Czar, hold the mic

Like Picasso paint a picture in 1080p

(Tell 'em) High res, wide lens, you ain’t screen

Crowd goin' wild like they screamin' for they favorite team

Amphetamines give shakes to the fiends

He’s the General Zod, fleein' from a federal charge

Next surgery — sue due to head nods

Certified worker, sir, I salute the god

The next generation Jean-Luc Picard

You know, this is sort of well-recorded L

Nosey neighbors tell the board of health that the corpses smell

In the bloody Jordans to Orson Welles

Ain’t nobody tryna hear you like an orphan’s yell

I’m rugged

Like a tortoise shell, you rugged like a stuffed one

You bust guns, never flow cold as ice

We keep the merchandise

Movin' like a hundred U-hauls

Screw y’all, call me a bully

The industry is like the school hall

Who are y’all?

You’re goof balls

Dudes rockin' RuPaul shawls

(CZARFACE) kids, what y’all call raw

Deviatin' septums

Rippin' out goozles

Walkin' out the winner

Bein' the best

We snack on danger and we dine on death!