Unh,
Ghostly
Mostly overloaded
Hell is bloated holy souls know not of closeness so your god act so ferocious, no no Imperial precocious there’s no hopin it's so hopeless
Those closest have roses for my headstone, blehhhh
Better gettin headies in beddies
She say, "In bed he's a beast"
I say, “Bitch I'm the best”
She love my cock and when I cum on her chest
Beatily deeds’ll really speedily feedin me eatin me
up inside, tearin through my stomach like an alien
Yup, alright
Up, all night
Come alive like
Every time I rhyme is another dime swoonin
The baddest baby bagged me, placed my hand up on her boobies when we spoonin
Fusion we grooving, ground is movin,
Flow is looney, tune in
Hunnymoon is over fine-tuning very necessary
Her hidden temple is so legendary
Let’s have a toast to the douches and the spooky ghosts
Don’t bury me. I ain’t endin face-down in the overcrowded cemetery


Yeaaah
Chyeah
Rhino, white like a ghost
Writer writing truths I don’t mean to provoke
White Rhino, unh, white like a ghost
Fire in the booth, I make smoke

Yeaaah
Chyeah
Rhino, white like a ghost
Writer writing truths, jokes and jokes
White Rhino, unh, white like a ghost
Fire in the booth, I make smoke


Please don’t bury me, down in that cold cold ground
I’d rather have them chop me up, and pass me all around
Original I don’t bite, I don’t need nobody to ghostwrite
Right Rugged? Hard ass thuggin
Blumpkin
Shoot my ashes from a cannon
This isn’t with tradition or the canon
But I’m plannin for the flow spreadin fanning like a camera’s panoramic spannin
Goin harder than the adamantum
Now then Shannon’s tryin for some banging add an Anna and an Amber Rose
Enamored. No more hoes, bangadda bangadda slammin. Gross loose pussies. The lark I’m rammin gotta cram it in with my hammer. She tight.
Upstream battle I’m a salmon feast or famine reexamined jamming damn! People clamorin down for my shows campin out in Alabama man I gotta keep on hustlin keep on scrambling like I’m Michael Vick. The kitchen’s open baby, get back on this Rhino dick.

Yeaaah,
Chyeah
Rhino, white like a ghost
Writer in the clutch, I ain’t one to choke
White Rhino, unh, white like a ghost
Fire in the booth, I make smoke
Yeah