ManBearPig
half man half bearpig
Its only February but this mothafukka set the bar so high 
It was 10 years ago when I took my momma’s laptop
Bootlegged a copy of Fruity Loops to get famous
Spent five years making bullshyt
Rippin’ innocence like a culprit
Dippin’ in my memory series playing [?]
Rap game rum ham
If you say he different, then I’ll slap you with my cum hand
Rookie to be master, laps of raps over a ghetto blaster
Dapper when I’m mackin’, fatter when I’m trackin’
And she said, “Like you, I’m only good as my back ends”
I’m no slouch, whether or not it’s rain fallin’ or no clouds
If only just to make your boy so proud
I’ma tell you when to go now—ghost ride it
My third eye ghostwrite it
I don’t fight it, ‘cause that’s where my flow is so tightest
But I’ve been tight since hair was like Bo Bice
I was in the cut like scissors with no dykes
Winnin’ like chicken dinners and grinnin’ like I’ve been sinnin’
Rockin’ that tit glitter
And if you’re mad at what we’re doing, then you’ve been bitter
Body forbid my heart is a martyr—longevity, my alma mater
An honor to create until I’m a goner
To make a long story longer
It was 10 years ago when I took my momma’s laptop
Bootlegged a copy of Fruity Loops to get famous
Spent five years making bullshyt
Rippin’ innocence like a culprit
Dippin’ in my memory series playing [?]
Rap game rum ham
If you say he different, then I’ll slap you with my cum hand
Rookie to be master, laps of raps over a ghetto blaster
Dapper when I’m mackin’, fatter when I’m trackin’
And she said, “Like you, I’m only good as my back ends”
I’m no slouch, whether or not it’s rain fallin’ or no clouds
If only just to make your boy so proud
I’ma tell you when to go now—ghost ride it
My third eye ghostwrite it
I don’t fight it, ‘cause that’s where my flow is so tightest
But I’ve been tight since hair was like Bo Bice
I was in the cut like scissors with no dykes
Winnin’ like chicken dinners and grinnin’ like I’ve been sinnin’
Rockin’ that tit glitter
And if you’re mad at what we’re doing, then you’ve been bitter
Body forbid my heart is a martyr—longevity, my alma mater
An honor to create until I’m a goner
To make a long story longer