Aye, good morning
All these rappers stay hella corny
Damn these dudes is mad trash
Instrumentals is very boring
Placements, features, half assed
And they parents is paying for it
Gentrified ass rap
Shit hit me like agent orange
Make it go away
Vacant clones with vague components break
The hole within absolved of soul and so it's all it takes
So and so will say that so and so is great
So insulting to the souls they imitate
Not acknowledging the culture that said so and so portray
They just hopeless fakes
I don't buy into the hype of the pulse they claim
Nor the occults they tame
Aye
You ain't spicy, barely jalapeño
Let me remind you, you not on the menu
Exo kaijus beyond your reach
Talk is cheap
And homie i intend do spend my time wisely
If i offend you
It's not by design that i inspire resentful
Feelings from my so called peers
In they go kart years
While i'm f1 tier
Aye
I'm sorry to be real like that
And for real that i feel like that
Maybe i should chill, for real
I now realize that
My love skin deep
Let me peel mine back
Smoke about a pound
To forget y'all rap
And the fact we're ever mentioned in the same breath ever
Your cunning schemes don't go unseen
You ain't slick
If you quit rapping now
Things may get better
Ayo
I'm mad trash, peep my half ass feature
I kiss a nun and then I punch a fuckin preacher
Put LSD up in the coffee cup of my teacher
Til she thinkin she teachin a creature
That's my procedure
Ya girl? I teach her, I'll kiss her under the bleachers
Ya girl a street bird and she told me that I please her
Im Danny Zuko, a T bird, I am a greaser
I ate so many drugs, dessert was in seizures
And mom should bust your noggin
Ayo I give a wack MC a floggin, I ain't priming
In my room i'm bumpin Robbin, til I lock in
Yo you're an internet thug and I know your login
You ain't clockin what I'm rockin, I'm knockin all your shoppin
I piss in a pot I lodge in, I bought it for such a bargain
I'm fire inside the hot tin
I skirt around you like slalom
I'm rockin in a toboggan
Hindu and an Islaman