Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

You will not be able to stay home,
You will not be able to plug in, on and cop out
You not be able to lose yourself on
skag and skip out for during commercials
Because the will not be televised

This right for the number one
Number ones here with number one
You ain't number one, just one
Now everybody sayin' they number one

Ring the alarm, the keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, where keep dyin' (ahh)

I'm a product of Parker and Kubiak
If I do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip
You number one when it to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and life
Uhh, all you niggas my little babies
my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next to rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different
I switch into so many passions
I'm skippin' to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a waiting
Your rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their because they strategize
I Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry

the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies dyin' (ahh)

This right for the number one
Number ones with your number one
You ain't number one, just one
Now everybody that they number one
Kid your number won't quit
Number one song, get your one chic
Number one fly with your one kick
When it's all done your number gon' switch

Hold up, wait a
what I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
could be the death of you
Never let someone not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never
stay professional, you always gon' make revenue
Don't let people to you that don't want the best for you
It's normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, do what I let them do
these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you that is
Remember you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin'

This right for the number one
ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just one
Now everybody that they number one
Kid think your number won't
Number one song, get your one chic
one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done your number gon' switch

looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite rapper even half as ill
A still,
the track's a peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids they're blinkin' a lot
You me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are moths
I see that I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the
in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in I talk
And the language I is my mind
Kingpin and combined
Spit like it's of the Dot
A singular I think of will help you distinguish apart
The from the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or homage?
sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you
Come back as black wasp, half jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I can't it
The rap is a and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites, you make a wack
And can't hold a candle but even Daniel-son off
You jack-offs need to to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming with an axe to mumble rap
with a hacksaw
Number one, but my are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them bowel movements
These beats are my saloons
'Cause these always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to 'em
Bitch, is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm to go spin a cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from mother's womb
I'm flushin' you!