"CAROLINA MAN FLYING OBJECT" lyrics

I tried to calm down, I can't do it
I'll have a gypsy lady turn Kanye Jewish
You bought a Cybertruck, and boy, that bitch look stupid
I'm running on fumes and I'm sipping on sewage
The road got bumpy, so I went Frank Lucas
A slimy motherfucker, bubble blower, straight mucus
I practice black magic, I start to turn bluish
Lil' bitch, I act clueless, like I don't know who you is
If I come in, it's only through the back door
Father came up, Harnett County, from tobacco
Posted in the field, Jeepers Creepers with a backhoe
Tryna find The Hat Man, seen him in a black coat
Won't that get me stabbed though? (Huh)
What you mad fo'? (Huh)
My most famous song is trash, I'm a asshole
Hissing in my grass, oh
I call 'em Donnie Brasco, Arthur Morgan, cash flow
I caught that with my lasso, yeah, hoe

I don't type tough, laying down spike strips for them ice trucks
Veins popping out my neck, lil' bitch, my life suck
If you scared, go to church, keep ya' eyes shut
Watch my kitchen knife cut
I got fresh produce, honey mixed in with granola
Looking like I'm selling some Maria Sharapova
Thieving libertine, I'm known as a Casanova
I'll be killing worms if I'm ever rolling over, soldier, damn
Somebody should've told ya'
So she say she love me, but I'm just quoting Sosa
Jesus take the wheel, never meant the gorgonzola
'Bout to boil over, just drop him in canola
Fuck
Sell my brain and blame drugs
I heard when these rappers beefing, they just kiss and make up
I'm the cemetery man, Gnaghi gotcha grave dug
And these boots are made for stomping, so I keep 'em laced up
Heather Mason, wake up