It's that boy Studcoli,
flow hotter than raviolis,
spittin' fire that'll have ya homies say holy moly's,
ya momma will say stud come hold me closely,
my favorite insects are rolli pollys,
leave em alone when they roll up, they ain't ya homie,
they antisocial af and wanna be lonely,
my next door neighbor Rick looks just like that Mick Foley,
Put me in the game i'll score on ya goalie,
in all black BSA knows me,
I can prolly score on ya momma,
put my peace in her, call me Dali Llama,
realist on TG you don't see me round drama,
just mind my own business while stackin karma,
Bars
