Yo, i am Zack.
My name rhymes with ballsack.
You still on my track?
Cause boy my baking knowledge still lack.
I work in a bakery
making something crappy.
If you wanna eat this shit
be prepared for a diarrhe(a)
I am a chief assistant
Selling cinnamon rolls for a slunt while i make this bullshit stunt
saying i make 90k a year, when in reality i barely make it to paymyrent day
For the fast trackverserap;
Boyohboy i got an old ford fiat, i tell everyone its a muscat. But my wife with a kid thats not mine thinks its crap.
I tell everyone i make 90k a year, own a house with mouse. Sadly i live in an apartment in the ghetto, cause i cant afford more than that
GEKKOOO
What's up avenus, I heard yo bitch sayin you a bitch cuz you "lack" a penis.
While we havin, sex, she be callin me big T-Rex, always straight up flex, understand every part of this text, cause you ain't never gonna be next.
I spit these bars, I own the wildy like my name is Lars.
Drivin' fast cars livin large, yes my name is Zack, tryna spit game tryna rhyme bout a ballsack when she say it's bigger than the stack, can't hear you through these racks making money is a fact.
Keep talkin all this smack, we feastin here while you eatin my baker snack hoe, while she eatin the sack tho. My baby mama make a baby that can also put up the flow, while you stayin slow, fear this glow, you a sinkin boat, saying I'm trying to stay afloat, I wear a million dollar coat, trim yo shit, lookin like a goat.
Beachside mansion, bout to look for another expansion, watch these bars heard all over yo third world nation, we'll be coming through like a fuckin invasion, stationed, invasive, expensive, impressive, teachin some lessons cause i'm first to invent this.
And it's about time to bring this shit intact, give me an audience so I can hear the clap clap.
Making comma's while you take a nap, bringin' round the strap, turn you to a pile of crap.
R I P, Ripped in pieces, you come around we smellin feces.
I keep a thick bitch, but they call me slim slick, cause I keep my mind quick, I spit, I really indeed rip some shit, keep a clip, tell yo bitch I said pardon me while I get rich, sittin on a brick while I take a lick, as I smoke a nick, don't be a dirty stupid prick, I carry a stick, yo bitch a superfreak, as she callin me rick.
keep this money a bliss, as you shootin and miss, I do it easy like a flick of the wrist, your stiff, stayin loose with the spliff.
silence is acceptance, i'll make you my bitch apprentice.
while all yo money disappearin' like, poof, hocus pocus, as I keep my money in pure focus, feedin off the game like a locust, I give the people thoughts, I make em notice.
It's my time, rise and shine, coming up, watch me settle in my prime, smoke a dime, smoke a zip, suck yo bitches tit, playin with the lips, suckin the clit, always keepin it lit, I spit, I never produce some shit, I just keep a tight clique, take a toke on the chronic blunt, i'm on the hunt, you and yo family aint nothing but stupid cunts.
I don't need a team, just livin the dream, always stayin high like a kite, outta sight, I linger the night, pull up, and if there's a problem expect the fight,
call me batman, robin, the dark knight.