Yeah, when I was younger, I didn't know what to do with Freestyle to freestyle, proving Started focusing on the more than spitting
But the feeling that I was missing was the one to everybody else And I'm not violent, I need to be protected now (Yeah) My boy just got himself a little pistol, he might it at you Who am I after? Anyone I stick or put on my pupu platter Used to chatter but I get way too pussy to be a YouTube rapper
Shoot you Rap with the way captures with a Jew crewmaster Doo-doo, blast your with a K Cuckoo from the SooWoo chapter (Yeah) Tell me how you do it, should I nuke you bastards? Or, should I go and get 'em with a Dooku slasher, do you faster?
Who'd you go against? I control the web like a computer I been abusin' rappers since animal and Chutes and Ladders Put 'em in a comatose and I'm ghost, feel like I'm with Casper everybody Put 'em in a on camera like it's a ooVoo gather
Why they gotta me to try hoot to Mathers? Guess I'm the truth and I boost to Zeus, gassin' But buku flashers on social say I juke truth backwards your boots loose with a duke shoot smasher, I'm solid
I just demolish, please tell the pilot I the climate I'm way too cold, I'm two degrees, like I'm switching college But ain't no for school if guns can teach you (Bah, bah) stomp the only way I'm kicking knowledge I don't preach, ladies say, "I love you," when you of poppin' You take them for their and then they take you for your (Thank you) How many syllables can he fit within a with no content? Use own logic, no comment (Ha ha)
No violence I just 'em to enjoy the silence I got my hand on the still Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm runnin' No more I just kill 'em to the silence I got my hand on the still Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm runnin'
Lord, relieve me more of stress, I need some more revenge Distort your and force a stretch, Like prehistoric Rex And ask me to be your guest feature, more or less new song got four plays like a tease before the sex, you some more success I'm still a teen of course, I endorsement checks (What up?) I you made the Forbes, I need you for some bread And I don't treat my girls queens I treat 'em more like in chess I the whores in check I feel like Jesus when you me bored to death
Ayy I don't know why anybody come and get it from Dante (Dante) thinking is dubious, I am Vesuvius, pop, now you're Pompeii (Hot) Calling me coward, I'm coming as crazy, Kanye (Whoa) Got a gargantuan gun, I'ma get the grown-up grande Blah blah, taking agua after rap Put paws on the faja, bah-bah, black sheep Nigga, that's weak, fucking raw in the car seat Where they take rap sheets Ha-ha, caca, cats keep, crack Pipes, pips, and I'm glad it's Grammatic geist, get status Coming against me is bad You don't lay up in the poison predicament wage us and you're sort of maleficent Don't I say this, I'm the opposite, say Amadeus (Wait) I been on my Killing 'em off of my And I be coming with the ammo 'em out of the bando Never rhyming, no can handle No more from your Sambo And a big silence of the
I bring silence from the panel whenever my mic is Ain't no match, you light the candle One of a kind, I'm the prime Talking me, be slightly careful to my city is quite the gamble Better hope that your is canceled Make you 'cause I like the sample, wait man'll, dismantle Put head on this mantle I see BS on channel Get by my shadow I battle, I do not pretend Don't even rap like if I'm not with Tech Tech, I got your back, a back The way I built shit from the YouTube, kid I'm done,
No more I just 'em to enjoy the silence I got my hand on the button Don't why I'm runnin', but I'm- go
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Look at all that hate I I don't feel apart featherweights try when you enter the state Oh you that cup up every day? Oh you that cup up every day? Got me thinkin', hold up, What the you got to celebrate? How many do you tend to take? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Nine, ten, eleven, maybe a day That's so sad but gee, what can I Cry me a river the Everglades I swim that bitch and get away I got the world to penetrate