CAUTION HOT: Run Away!

I'm rhyming so raw, like a black African

You locked in my car, kept for a master plan

Temper so swallow, I act like a packer fan,

I'm rolling fit for rap, don't gotta be a blacker man

I got ten toes, laid straight on the ground wacker's damn

And yesterday, a bae baked great

I looked in the mirror, decided to run a quick pace

The only idea on these phonies' mind is to gain weight

I'm writing this in a bad mood today

This the hot surface, so best you run away

The best lyrics written in this label by Syn Suitcase

I'm humble until a fat cunt gets in my way

I stick to rap short, to get 'em hooked

Popped an intro song cork, they run and they book

I don't record in front of people in a stu, hey look

I play 'em a track by me and they know that they cooked

This the Caution Hot fucking know your place

Rue the hand on the mop and run away!

You fucking suckers, Dash, Alex, MK All the hand of Syn Suitcase

This the album, so tune in with ears and listen to a disgrace

Aw fuck!