Dork Court

All's quiet on the interstate
 Except for who you think?
 Drivin, tryna innovate
 Born to be wildlife
 Born to be bored and get busy
 Born to be styled right
 Born to lose but do it pretty
 Born a snake
 Grew into some newer type manure
 Sooner hit the sewer, fuck what alla yous are doing
 Mostly roll with kooks
 Heh
 Mostly roll alone
 Whippin through wherever
 Too fast, ignore my phone more
 Five thousand five hundred fifty six
 Unread emails
 Mary's mad
 I give a shit but kinda don't
 Heh
 Good at business!
 I'll keep the sanity
 Provided to me
 Skipping prison
 And hustle, hustle
 And fuss over the illest shit
 And dumb numb
 Somehow I'm never ever feeling it
 Listening intent
 They see and say to pay the rent
 My sentence is meant
 Them toys could use a circuit bent
 Circumvent
 Circle talk
 Roll a eye
 Wiggle walk
 Evasion nation
 Pigs fly
 Dogs talk
 People love having human arguments with fucking bots
 People love hanging out in puddles wearing baggy socks
 Come the entire fuck on!
 I'm head to toe in Karl Kani and Sean Jean
 And Wu Wear and oatmeal's on the rider
 Gambling on Shark Tank
 You lame mouth
 For that reason I'm out
 THANKS!
 "If you spend one night in your uncle's haunted mansion, we'll give you this song."
 All's quiet on the western front
 'Cept me and my weird friend
 On that rattle and hum
 Live and direct, back in the saddle for once
 Never tipped a cattle
 But "Still Tippin" till cows'll come home
 Cowboy with the gold front grill
 Paul Wall with the drawl
 Paul Newman with the grin
 Paul... Paul.Fuck!
 Ran out of "Paul"s dawg
 I guess I should pause now?
 Fuck it, too far gone!
 Ain't no damn way to turn back now
 So "Don't Look Back in Anger" like I'm Liam or Neil
 Yeah, I know it's "Noel" and it's spelled like "noel"
 But his mama should've thought of that when she named the asshole!
 Fuck you and the horse you rode in
 I'll burn your house down like Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes
 Only on the Facebook to let you know when shows is
 So you can let Russia tap all my phones, bitch!
 Don't at me bro!
 Stay out of my mentions
 Don't talk to me or my sons again and
 Don't try to tell me J.Cole's worth a listen
 He just writes the same shit over
 Like Bart in detention!
 Calm down now!
 Order in the dork court!
 You sound dumb like white people singin' "norf norf"
 Of course for sport I can bring more force
 But your mom is on the porch
 Saying you got more chores
 So go fold your drawers
 And don't make no noise
 Our you'll have to move back in with your dad
 Like they threatened in divorce court