Yang Before Yin

[intro]
“Oh my God!"
"What?"
"You won’t believe what happened"
"What happened?"
"I just ran into Chris-"
"Ugh! Fuck him!"
"-and he is just the most fucking disgusti—“
"Ugh, makes me wanna puke"

[verse]
Who’s the most fucked up standing in this room?
Hold up, I’m the most fucked up, about to face my doom
Pull up in the fast lane, my big car go zoom
Sittin’ on the sofa, my mind melt off to shrooms
Want to know a secret like each and every way?
I try to get fucked up like each and every day
I don’t give a fuck about what you got to say
BART up to the East, bitch the culture of the Bay
Want to know a secret like each and every way?
I try to get fucked up like each and every day
I don’t give a fuck about what you got to say
BART up to the East, bitch the culture of the Bay
I am like an echo to my motherfucking mind, bitch
I’m a go out and I’m a need a fine bitch
If you do not fuck with me, I’m a tax you, that’s a motherfucking fine, bitch
Pull up on your lawn, shoot your ass, I’m a don, bitch
Homies like to flock to my Glock, I am gone, snitch
I’m in pain, you switchin’ lanes, blow you away
Ditch your ass with no gat, go bow down and pray, yeah
Straight up, on God, I smoked a fat pack of tree
Logic to the paper like a rat pack with me
Keep all my shit like I’m a packrat, a feign
Steal your hoe, she be goin’ ya-ya on her knees
I’m like halfway done, bitch, do not rush me
I like having fun, bitch, smoking good weed
I got some fun tricks hidden up my sleeve
I just met your main chick, she touching up on me
Touching up on me? Yeah she touching up on me
I just met your main chick, she touching up on me
If you got a problem with that, I won’t let that be
I might have to unlock your ass as if you is a key
I’m a slide all up in her, I’m going in so deep
She be knowing my name, toes be curled on her feet
I know you’re getting mad but still your chick on me
And you’re sleepin’ all alone because I’m the one that’s in her dreams, yuh!

[skit]
"Bruh, hold on bruh. Pause this fucking shit. What? Okay, one, first of all, what were you thinking? Like, one, you couldn't even fucking freestyle right, and two... two, you're tryna go for this Ski Mask the Slump God type style. Bruh... the fuck is wrong with you. Here... here, let me help you out a little bit. What you need is you need to make a fucking hyphy song. That's what you need to make. You need to make a pointless ass fucking song and you need to go into that little corner of yours and fucking write it because I'm not gonna help you anymore after this you fucking bitch!"