[Verse 1]
New [dish?] from the third dimension
Write raps like a life extension
All the things that I feel, I mention
It's sorta cool, like drinks up in the whirlpool
Bikini bottom tops, just a freakin f-stop
So we can flip the image
On point with some major spinnage
On point, I take rappers spinning
Add relish, minus the jealous
Minus the hellish ghouls
Who assume prehistoric views
Iron it, I beatbox in lion pits
With margarita mix, they on some mosquito shit
Yo, I be tweaking this, ain't no leeching this
Only heat in this like the Serengeti wilderness
Yo, Crucial
[?]
If you ain't feeling this, then listen more
We came at it, the dirtiest

[Verse 2]
My mind spin like I throw discus
Flip rap like US gymnasts
You might hear all types of womens
Showing [?] rap style
[?] speak fire on you need speech
Capable to put a crew of freaks at the beach
Like [?]
Rappers fake Norman Bates
Running in place for the sake, y'all paper plates
I eat you like that shit plaguing Gilbert Grape
A compound, underground plus that hot sound
It's Serengeti Gianfranco all around town
You bound to the mall, to the block with some girl
I wrote this on the wall of China in this world
Dirty Flamingo, Dirty Flamingo, yo

[Verse 3]
Around town with some foreign misses
Dressed sweet like designer dishes
Fine wine sweet as Hershey Kisses
Mad tight like I got stitches
Mad fresh like I found a well with a million wishes
Dirty flamingo, dirtiest jingles
Funnest nights and games of bingo
I never lied and blamed it on the dingo
Mad rugged, like killer wolves [?]
They kill by the moon's cres', this ain't no starter set
Yo, they as vain as damn Madonnas
This ain’t no opportunist rap [?] piranha
This is a new genre, the same era
Smooth as Cadillac's Caterra
Smooth as Henry Hill's pocket mirror
I love rap like Fidel dawg
Madeira
It gets me down like
Drippy tears filled with mascara