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Bio

Debut: September 6th, 2016 (Mission to Mars)

Nicknames

  • Boss
  • Mr. Sketchz
  • The One Hitter Spitter

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Lyrics

“I need some coffee, I’m feinin' for caffeine Fck a Venti, gimme a whole bean IV"
"A cartoon with bars, the first of its kind About to spit the greatest verse of all time Don’t be fooled, just because I’m short and stout With a little pot, this is not a nursery rhyme This is some grown man sht Beatin' ass, takin' names, up to my old antics And before I embarrass ya, I’ll send you some flowers Cause I’m a romantic I’m so damn sick… it’s outrageous You better check your chick it’s contagious I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news I’m just bein' me and I’m a very bad dude Which usually means that I’m gettin' the bad girls You know the ones, the love givin’ some head girls And if your lady happens to join the ranks What you want me to say, B, thanks?"
"Spittin' some bars, on a mission to Mars Tryin' to find a sexy alien to tickle my balls"
“Rough Sketchz… Rough around the damn edges Servin’ up a couple bloody knuckle sandwiches"
“I spit flows Whichever way the motherfckin’ wind blows I got a big mouth and a big nose And a big ass flacid dick, ask your chick Ask your Sister, ask your Momma Ask your Grandma, ask your Aunt Jemima Squirtin’ my syrup all over their faces Golden frozen ropes all over their places Ugh, yeah I know it’s disgustin’ When I flow it’s like spontaneous combustion I can’t help what comes out when I hear the percussion But I can guarantee you gimme a beat, I’ll crush it So please forgive me Please ask your girl to get on her knees and blow me No drama, you can keep the beef and balogone And take the guns too, just leave the cannoli”
"LeBron James ain’t a King, Bron Bron is a bitch I used to beat his ass all the time as a kid He was such a disgrace... I would slam dunk on him and shove my nuts in his face!”
“This scumbag Santa Claus owes me a present Been askin' for a bicycle since I was like seven But that jolly piece of sht did not come through Only gifts I ever got were socks and shoes What the fck?! But this Christmas Eve You’ll find me with some cookies by the Christmas Tree Waitin' for Saint Nick to fart out the chimney Then fckin’ rip his heart out, fatality!”
“I drop a deuce cause I ate some chocolate mousse And went ham on some green eggs, Dr. Seuss"
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