verse1:

Every rhyme I write is an inside joke
If my shit didn't stank, I wouldn't pinch my nose
I ain't the dude flexin' in the gym like bros
I'm the one you get to know when you in tight-close
I been the worst kept secret under big wide scope
Almost quit the game twice but I epitomize dope
It's easy to play safe & just get by slow
& hope things'll work out so you don't fistfight Hulk
Play the nice guy role, making them feel like home
Until the anarchy sons backstab & slit thy throat
Maybe you scared to stir up them big white ghosts
or fear that you could lose control & burn this bitch like toast
Shit I been through them mental stages, the shit's quite old
Black & white vision prison pinstripe clothes
I'm full technicolor now, hentai exposed
Surround sound systemized digitized adult
Boom biddy bye bye to your silly hype cult
who pictured the city sights all pretty lights, nope
I'm done with the reruns, I've binged my dose
The student becomes the teacher & the pimp hi-hoes
When you live to really do it, it's a sick cycle
Sick in the sense of crazy but now sick psycho
I been studying everythang, for real I know
It's time to fertilize your braincells & pinch my loaf
Strong enough to make the frog inside your windpipe croak
or make Mariah Carey strip nude & hit high notes
You could love it or hate it but they mix fine both
It beats being cozy in a big pinebox
So I hit your blindspots 'cuz your eyes wide closed
In your prime with writer's block & dimmed lightbulbs
Emotional trauma repressed in twilight zones
Shit we all wanna cry bro but it's denied though
That's why every rhyme I write is an inside joke
Probably start to relate when you hit a midlife slope

CHORUS:
I won't let you win
But I'll let you in
Won't let you win
But I'll let you in
Won't keep you out
Won't keep you in
Won't lock you down
Won't lock you in
I'll let you in
I'll let you in
I'll let you in
I'll let you in
But I won't let you win
This is my testament
This is not wrestlin'
Baby I represent
It's all in here
Baby it's all in here
Everything all out there
Installed, it's all a mirror
Objects of illusion are much closer than they appear
So I draw all my conclusions on a notion from the air

verse 2:

These days, there's nobody to play with
The whole entire block lookin' grave as a cavepit
I wanted to start a band & make the ultimate paid hits
So I went on the internet & posted on Craigslist
But all I got back was some gay shit
& mail order bride links with questionable sales pitch
Headline main feed, sensational bait click
Half-naked melon shaped tits, estranged chick
Rapper in her 20s, big instagram famous
Spammin' & scammin', instant hipster fan favorite
Songs about plastic & kitty cat cages
Claimin' she's retirin' 'cuz the industry's fake biz
She'd rather you confuse it as 'crazy'
But it's all just a fat ass excuse to be lazy
I mean baby, who could you blame her?
Would you do any labor
when you can throw a pity party & make paypal paper?
Y'all some new-to-the-gamers
Species endangered
Braggin' how the zookeepers neutered & spayed ya
Jockin' on some fugazi studio gangsters
sellin' shoes made by youth in Asia
Inadvertently supporting euthanasia for hard cold cash
Foster soccer moms & narco dads
Huddled around the fire suckin' arco gas
Showin' off they microchip scars & barcode tats
Sounds like a pitiful offer
but who am I kidding when I'm a bit off my rocker?
Got bit on my nozzle 'cuz I git on my dog's nerves
but he needs me to pick up his sizzling hot turds
Now I'm sealin' up the void with the right zeal
so I can annoy people so they can feel what my wife feels
Yeah baby, I'm right here
Venetti with the slap, You can point the mic here