Camelot
[Intro/Skit]
Yo, it’s yo cousin, Mavin. ‘Marvin Barry?’
Do you know that sound you were lookin’ for?
No the one you were actually lookin’ for?
Yeah, listen to this

[Verse 1]
Joggs not discreet, and I’m here to say
That I stole this beat about yesterday
And I’m beat my meat, like a Nintendo game
Man this shit’s so weak, I bet you won’t play
Had a comment thought, that you a common thot
You made a cum a knot, ‘cause my cum ‘gon rot
Man them tits so fake, they look like they from
Camelot
See my friends, my rhymes
And he Vincent Van Gogh
Thinkin’ ‘bout the line, so he still do not know
Can’t see the fog, ‘cause your brain filled with smoke
Never played it? Fine. I’ll explain the joke
What you’re tryna hear, is they don’t listen
They disappear, like a magician
Like when I’m up to bat, they're just missin’
Girl on my snap, whore, save my digits
Is it okay to fidget when your A deficient?
Imma snag 40 stones to kill 80 pigeons
Small naggin’ pain in my head
That sounds like the lady midget
Take ‘em fishin’, stay in mission
Destroy half a life, that may be viscous
Okay man. Well at least your plan
Seems to be ambitious
[Chorus]
All of my, all of my
Friends said I have no flow
And I shouldn’t rap no more
They were right, they were right
How could I be so blind to know
That I suck
I suck so hard

[Verse 2]
She leave me on read, like I’m a hopeless book
‘Plains to me about men like I’m an open book
Claims to be friends but gave me ‘the look’
Stirrin’ up trouble like this bitch a cook
And I’m tired of this
And I’m tired of that
And Jaiden Smith is whack
And [?] was trash
So much dough, but you’re so bad
Yeah, you can’t flow with those lyrics man
This pizza just crust doesn’t have the fat
But I have the sauce so I’m better than that
And thought you lost
So you better find a mat
And I feel like moss
‘Cause I'm stuck on that
And we here and there
I fear ‘em everywhere
She on my dick like underwear
Can’t find my shit, check under there
It’s neither here nor there
Just hear her prayers, I don’t care just
Do not stare, shit it’s a bear
Can you hand me that shotgun? Also the chair
Can’t believe I’m there
Driving on a spare, gave me a scare
Toss me a glare, Little Jogger with flow
Shit is rare, Collin was right
I should’ve grown a pair
Apples to oranges, peaches to pears
Care bears share
Gimme a stare
Watchin’ flair with the bear
Sare, air, hair, air, lair, rare
I can’t do this shit anymore
Just, spitballin’
[Outro]
Build me up, build me up
Little Jogger, and I’m freestylin’ now
For a while, for a while
And I don’t know that I’m doin’
This song is ass
Do, do, do, do
How’s that for no flow, Dave
You fucking, bitch
Not that you were wrong when you told me that
You were being nice about it
So, I’m the asshole