Not a hypnotist

I’ll still seduce your bitch

City put me on because they know thats just some Medford shit

Oregon

Born and raised

Another sunny summer day

Sell a sack and get some gas

And get your ass to apple gate

A hypocrite

I ain’t fuck that bitch

She just sucked my dick and played my song I’m on some Medford shit

Oregon

Catch a fade

Another sunny summer day

Sell a sack and get some gas

And get your ass to apple gate

Cinnamon inside my cereal

I’m seriously sinister and sending shots at center folds

Corrupted

Pardon me my demon interrupted

I’m tryna keep it PG

He’s tryna get me busted

Sommer Ray

Share some booty with the rest of these bitches

So I can beat the cheeks without needing a re-position

Deeper vision

CMC can see the secrets in em

I’m the seeker you da snitch don’t let me catch you slippin

Chase a chicken

I been Oregon gettin and gettin lost over at logs

While spiking balls and tryna play some cribbage

We never did it

We couldn’t find the deck of cards

And Brody’s friends were blowing it those faggot fuckers always are

Catch a frog

Give him beer and a bong rip

With ice probly

It’s mother fucking Donny

He’s off the walls

No fear with a long dick

He hits it doggy

It’s mother fucking Donny

(Hop hey skip go jump to me

Donny don’t cap Donny don’t do speed

Hop hoe skip go jump da do

Me and Donny don’t fuck with you)

Not a hypnotist

I’ll still seduce your bitch

City put me on because they know thats just some Medford shit

Oregon

Born and raised

Another sunny summer day

Sell a sack and get some gas

And get your ass to apple gate

A hypocrite

I ain’t fuck that bitch

She just sucked my dick and played my song I’m on some Medford shit

Oregon

Catch a fade

Another sunny summer day

Sell a sack and get some gas

And get your ass to apple gate

Da-Da-Damnit Donny I don’t get it

How you out here pullin bitches with a single ribbot

What’s the ticket

What’s the key

I thought I was CMC

That means I can rip a verse so clean

Your mom won’t need fabreez

Geez

But I’m not a beast on the beats

Like these Mickey D’s with a tea and a peace sign

Please run the street with a cheat sheet

Dad a police chief but I keep keif

And I cook crack

Bet I’ll buck back

Yet I'm in the middle choke hold

Bet I’ll die five times then grow old

First me and Donny gonna go gold

Gotta get this bread though no mold

Take a hit for the hippies inside my city

Who kept me singing my songs and smoking on some sticky

Three Mississippi

We gettin dizzy from drillin hits of the rizzy

I’m bringing my funky flow so I know you feel me I’m way too witty

Itty bitty idiot

You ain’t getting any yet

How bout I have a homie hold his hammer and empty it

Hippy on some homie shit

You don’t really know me yet

I won’t hesitate to put a hit out on a hypocrite