Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar Remix

You will not be to stay home, brotha
You will not be able to in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose on
skag and out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be

This right here for the ones
Number ones with your number one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' they number one
Ring the alarm, the keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies dyin' (ahh)

I'm a of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one it come to slaughtered mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and life

Uhh, all you my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you rate me next to these rapper, baby, that's
My style got so different facets
I switch into so many different
I'm skippin' to be fascinatin'

My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic
Your favorite come at me, I just decapitate him
Out here congratulating these who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because strategize
I bring to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Ohh, we in the war, butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

This right here for the number
ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody that they number one
Here your number one, quit
Number one soul, get your one chip
Number one fly with your number one
When it's all done then number gon' switch

Hold up, wait a
Guess I'ma never do
Show so respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer
That be the death of you
Never let who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you knew

stay professional
You always gon' make
Don't let next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to on to a regret or two
I do what I want to do, do what I let them do
niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you is realer
Remember when you raisin' the
Don't you ever disrespect the fucking

This right for the number ones
Number ones with your number one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody that they number one
Now you think that you one, quit
Number one soul, get your one chip
Number one fly with number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon'

You at Attila
The psychopathic killer, the
Don't me when I'm supposed to rap until
Especially when favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A still,
the track's a banana peel, at a silver-back gorilla

You're havin' a little trouble this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in and then
had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin
he to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm barely like harlots they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but not
You can't be
My offsprings are moths
I see that I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So the alarm,

pull the off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Like Jada Pinkett and Queen
'Till the shingles come off the roof shatter the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle aloft
Say what I think I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my

Kingpin and Penguin
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I'd think I help you
distinguish your from the cream of the crop
a minute

Hold up like a
Damn dog, is copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a toddler
My dad is grandfather
I have to on you
Come back as wasp
Half yellow jacket, you can't a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant it and stomp it
Smash it and on it
Dammit, I stop it

The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in bitch
It's a
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact
You make a song, and can't hold a candle
But Daniel-san whacks off

You jack-offs to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with an ax to rap
Lumberjack with a
one,
but my pencils are number twos 'cause all I dos with 'em

Poop is my and I'm
On the john like a prostitute I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are my saloon
'cause these bars always got my in 'em

And I don't need to loosen them
Bitch, shit is real like I Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin cocoon
And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb I'm flushin' you.