Zack Carroll - ARNOLD CLASSIC Lyrics

You can't hit what you can't see
Uppercuttin' knuckles gettin' antsy
You might just get styled upon, I'm riled up, go on and try to get fancy
One sec Tom Hanks, next Tom Clancy
You don't wanna dance with the damn chimpanzees, pansy, you could get aborted no Plan B
Hit 'em with the fancy-pants advanced hand speed
Venues ban me, fans they can't stand me
Come through smooth, we transplant hands G
Yung Bruce Wayne I'm a damn vigilante
One two, planes go flying like aviation
I've been racin', time and space is mind adjacent
Mind your manners round me please give me some space
Why these cameras round me, aye
Mind on cannabrownies, wait
What'd you say?
I've up for like two days
Cup of my D'usse
Cut a track like a souffle

My bedroom is a Red Room
Dead you on my schedule
Let loose on a pencil I'll leave red fluid like a menstrual
Lead truth in my stencil, heavy boots they ain't gentle
Let me loose in your mental, there'll be plenty proof of potential, ugh

In the basement reading Necronomicon and turning pages
Snorting de-worming agent, workin' on turnin' ageless
Urns full of burden makers, acres of certain danger
Do a caper bumping Slayer in the Studebaker
All my goons are makin' paper like a spruce
Hate us cuz you ain't us bitch I majored in the juice

Your shit is basic, I'm freebasing faces
It's D-Day for haters, I'll deface your braces

I see wack raps and I evac STAT
Lemme see my feature I'ma need that back
Backpack rapper, slap your snapback backwards
Might just jack your Cashapp password
Zacks' a bastard, yackin', plastered
Scum but I got rappin' mastered
Causing havoc, slappin' pastors
Pussy run your tabernacle

So based, reachin' flowstate posthaste
No antibodies but these rappers got no taste, no thanks
Why the flow so stank?
Rappin' got my balls draggin' no Gotenks

I'm the tall pale and handsome, gifted suburban type,
Blowing on these loaded dice, showing y'all my pearly whites
'Boutta cop like thirty likes, poppin' like a AR
Facilitatin' stimulation, simulation breaker
Off the motherfuckin' grid you can hit me on my radar
See you from a hundred miles away then see you later
It's more than 6 feet when your grave is just a crater
Pop a Wushi Finger Hold, I'll turn your ass to vapor

Your bars are flaccid
My bars are like the Arnold Classic
Shit I spit set off the smoke alarm like I'm a dragon
Think my dick was breaking zoning laws, don't know what happened
Soaked in acid, floatin' past ya
Broke but I get poked for plasma

You fuckin' goobers gotta fuck with something cooler
As sure as the moon is lunar, these new dudes cold use a tutor
Rappers shit mostly doodoo, really don't belong here
If you listen closely you can hear them use the wrong *they're*
And the wrong two's too
Truly I'ma zoomer but I'm not new school
My new tunes might knock shoes loose
I'm who's who, I'm not new news

Take no bullshit, take notes, shit to make your tooklit
Heavy as a motherfucker, make those fools shit
Right up in their pants when they hear the fuckin new school dude spit, who's this?
You too stupid, bitch I'm young cupid
Looking like a cherub in the coupe, I'm zooted
Pair of Nikes that's too exclusive
Paradigm exuding movement

I hope my future got me needing sunblock, I'll be eatin' foix grace, pockets on lummox
First feature I do gon' cost a hundred grand, it's up from there
Hit the stu and do the Shmoney Dance, y'all are unprepared