FRAUDULENT

[Intro]
When I, Zorak, rule the Earth
Uh

[Verse]
Put your bills to the light, you see the watermark (Okay)
Get the fuckin' pen, make sure the lines are dark (That's right)
Do the colors look right?
What about the fuckin' fibers? (Uh huh)
Serial numbers fake, you a fuckin' liar
I got five, twenty, multiply a thousand (Math)
Even though I keep a hundred on my own island (Yeah)
Don't talk to me 'bout fuckin' artistry
You don't know me, I'mma creep into your dream, bitch (Nah, uh)
Look at me, bitch
I'm like TLC, I'm swimmin' in your stream of thoughts like a fuckin' sea (Okay)
All I see are fake numbers, all I see is fake streams
Let's check your bank statements, see where your money's goin'
I cracked the pot, bitch, this shit is flowin' (Damn right)
I got the grass comin' and I ain't even mowin' (Ha ha)
I jailbroke the ATM, wanted level at a five
The po-po never find me dead, no alive
Know I'm always gonna strive, no matter the position (Uh huh)
I'm on my way right now to another mission (GTA)
They just feel sorry for you so they fuckin' sleep with you (Woah)
Sorry, that was out of line, let me get you a tissue
Your girl's in my house, can you get her the fuck out?
She smells like shit
"Bro, I don't know what you talkin' 'bout"
When's the last time that she fuckin' washed her hair?
"She cleansin' her negative energy, bro"
Bitch, from what year?
Okay, right, yeah, that one is questionable
Do you have that cash I lent you?
"Man, I spent all on Marlboros"
Bro, do you even smoke?
"No, but they look sick as fuck
Imagine this hangin' out my mouth in a pickup truck
I wait to meet with my rapper friends
Suck off all their socials and then never talk again
Dope song, bro
I put it on my story
What a great form of advertising, you should get a fucking GRAMMY"

[Outro]
Piss me off