Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

right here for the number one
Number ones here with your one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they one

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep (ahh)

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

Ring the alarm, the is firing
Ohh, we in the war, butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

This here for the number one
Number here with your number one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' they number one
Kid your number won't quit
Number one song, get your one chic
Number one fly with number one kick
When it's all then your number gon' switch

Hold up, a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer
That be the death of you
Never let someone not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never
Always stay professional, you gon' make revenue
let people next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a or two
I do what I wanna do, they do what I let do
Everything these be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you is realer
Remember when you praisin' the
Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin'

This right here for the one
Number ones with your number one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' they number one
Kid think your number quit
Number one song, get number one chic
Number one fly with your number one
When it's all done then your number gon'

You're at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
tell me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite rapper even half as ill
A still,
the track's a banana peel, attack at a gorilla
havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva when he snapped his shin in half
And had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're a lot
You copy me, but not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just
I see thing 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 Jada Pinkett and Queen
'Till the come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I
And the I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin
like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin'
It's sad dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather, I'll to re-hatch on you
Come as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and it
it and stand on it, dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm in like a tampon in this bitch
It's a
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites, you make a song
And can't hold a candle but even whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips like a job
The boom bap is coming back an axe to mumble rap
with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are twos
that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them bowel movements
beats are like my saloons
'Cause these always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go a cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you your mother's womb
I'm flushin' you!