Super Market Featuring Ace Creator

In this fuckin' line at ralph's buyin' granola bars

Left my member's card and now this shit gon' have an extra charge

This old bitch in front of me buyin' a color printer

Tv dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner

So here i am at the store for some chips

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake gucci?

Jordan numbers, whatever, wood chain with a jesus

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doin'?

Nigga fuck you! i'm just eatin' ruffles, gotta lotta stuff, fool

So, why don't you fuckin' wipe that stupid look on your face

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And shoot caps at knee caps to make it harder to run

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Look up at the aftermath, blow some fuckin' hash and laugh

I'm a fuckin' ninja and a jedi and i am from compton

Better pick a better option 'fore these nikes get to stompin'

Chompin' at your oxygen chords, you fat fake kenan thompson

Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it poppin'

I bet you lock and drop it faggot bitch, you ain't from compton

Dumbo ears, you mary poppin with the piece that kel was rockin'

I will fuckin' beat yo ass, box logos through the glass

I'll hit you hooky like you skippin' class, lee would get the math

Oh really? you're silly givin' tip drills to nilly

Get them ruffles no lays cause kiara might kill me

Aw, fuck this, i'm grabbin' two kitchen knives

And stabbin' this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

How you traveled to milan and now it only likes girls

I'll roundhouse you into a fuckin' basket

Push you into an old lady baggin' plastic

Hope you get the message, i will stomp you into potholes

And fill you up with shells but you're used to eatin' tacos

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I'm insulted, shit, damn, somebody grab the charmin

Nevermind these messages, monica her nigga armin'

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Red dot his forehead cause riley's into hinduism

And hipsters who happen to be your listeners

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Oh, a lexus? i drive that all around

The western hemisphere like all of kiara's ex's

And bet this, i'm a mothafuckin' monster

Fuck talkin', i'll stab you with this fuckin' rocket launcher

When i cock the beam back, i'm aimin' for supreme hats

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

You don't mean that, you faggot, i'll get your back and i'll snap it

And strangle you with that fuckin' leather jacket

Fall, bitch, give me everythin', i'm takin' all this

And fleein' the scene on rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Fuck you, i'm out

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass