remember the 90s? well this beat will have you not remembering anything since then
all roads lead to zef, that's why I always try my zeffest
I smack slacks while I kick back, make a track and click clack
nobody know I do that, because I keep it hidden list a seed in my
thigh that's drying my eye while I cry french fries on your lemonade sky
I blow up sky high, and then I disguise myself as steven fry
papas got a brand new bag, dont mean to brag but when I drag
I drag it out longer, make it feel stronger, song this gong bud
thud, as the door slaps closed, bud pull out the rug under your gut
hot shit as I spit limitless, I bear witness to myself showing fitness
and then I quit this, while I'm ahead, whats the point of a lyricist
working himself dead