This is bigger than you
This is bigger than me
This is bigger than a king sized snickers candy
Bar none these the biggest puns that you gonna meet
I’m rad, hi rad, I’m dad, tee hee

My mood’s feeling bigger than a big gulp slurpy
My smile spread wider than a Thanksgiving turkey
My pride get bigger every time somebody heard me
I’m get into my groove like a pig gets dirty

These drums bigger than a dumpster bin and I’ma
Spit words better than a gap-toothed kid
Bars bigger than the torso on Kylo Ren
I’m talking bigger than the price tag on an epipen

This bigger D energy than obscene magazines
Bigger than Kardashian ass up in a pair of jeans
Louder than a whale’s mouth filled full of pop rocks
Bigger than a boomer’s phone inside an Otterbox

(I ain’t mean fake n puffed up with saline
I’m talking all natural I’m smashin’ em, pay me)

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(I don’t think I’ll go
‘Til I’m paid, what I’m owed

You may think you know
But you don’t, no you don’t)

We dont wanna go
Till we’re paid what we’re owed
Dont act like you know
Cuz you dont
No you dont



It’s time we get a win
This ain’t no ego trip
We laid down time and been grinding
We’ve put our hours in

It’s time we’re diggin’ in
Our heels your wheels can spin
But we ain’t budging till budgets
And buzz is getting BIG

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First 16 that was just a little warmup
Time to wrap it up hot like I just bought shawarma
Take it little higher hotbox in the dorm bro
Rap it little faster like an elf at the north pole

We get it hotter than hell’s bottom demonic
Our flair’s popping bigger than bell bottoms in autumn
We steer clear of drama like Tesla’s gone autonomous
And charge the competition like pissed off hippopotamus



We take a goal and see it
And paint it up on the ceiling
So when we waking up early
We’re probably already thinking

about the same shit we were dreaming
About and that’s how it should be
The globe would be a happier place if more of us could be

Pursuing the thing we wanna be doing to make a living
Steada camping in an office so bosses can make a killin
Sheddin skin for our schillings and slowly sanding and millin our minds to dust
For for the billings like really think I’ve had about enough ya with me?



Whatcha call an M.D. riding in a sleigh?
A dangerous man, that’s Doc Holiday




What a wonder to even wonder
To place thoughts one after another like stepping stones toward epiphany
But what, then, when epiphany never comes?
When pondering life’s meaning means leaving you cold and numb?