Mathline forced me to spit, call you Sonic
Losing your rings, when you get hit
Get me a pen and a pad, call me the mad scientist
Make mad things in the lab
Stack bodies in the water like lobster
I'ma give you hot shells like I'm serving you pasta
You can tell I'm high, cocoa shoes, vanilla shirt, matching with the chocolate tie
Listen after stitches, you're snitching
Call the police, tell the cops that your head is missing
At last, I'ma stash what I cashed in the class
In the math, smash a crab in a mask with glass
In the lab, won't stop like white cabs for the blacks
Forgot about that, so I had to bring it back