No Shame (Interlude)

I don't even rap a lot
I just talk a lot
Turn on mic so I can have something to write about
What's the point of showing out
I gotta stay on my shit
Every day of the week, so I can never slip
On these records, I'm on a roll like a biscuit
I treat these songs like I'm very promiscuous
But what's the difference
It doesn't change who I am
I punch the beat to give a black eye like Will.i.am

Green eggs and ham, shoutout to my nigga Sam
L on your forehead, you just got caught on the cam
No Jackson, but I jack your son for his mic
I can make a hit with your girl, but I'm not Ike, woo
Okay, we get it
Where's the bars at, this shit too simple
Shit, I'm serving y'all the good like the man serving up Shirley Temple
That flew over your head like airplane
Trust me, nobody wanna acknowledge you
like Elon's son name

Kick in with some Mary Jane
So i can smooth the pain
In my brain
While listening to Mary J
I'm looking for that real love
So much that I gotta ask to get some
But listen son
We know that I never gave a fuck
My family ask me why I use so much profanity
But i be looking at them like they are insane to me
Because why y'all wanna jump on me
I can't give y'all the discount if y'all looking for the free, jeez