[Verse 1: sweats]
Sorry to startle, it's just that I talk smarter cause
Niggas out here drier than nigga hair after saltwater
I'm at a period where I'm leery, delirious, I'm
Still teetering on if I should take this shit serious-
Ly bruce, off a gallon of jungle juice, proceed to
Watch me get loose and spread like a mothers cooch, the bread
Giving me a boost of effort, these niggas dessert, how am
I a better writer when all I use is my left, huh?
Young dastardly regurgitating battered dreams, these
Niggas shellshocked cause I'm actually spitting casualties
But there's more to cry, and careers? there's more to die, I
Rip and rig b's like my fucking name was mordecai
The critics backing off, now girls wanna jack me off
Miyagi on these papis tryna stop me, just wax em' off
I'm craving rappers so I'mma catch and lock em' up, you
Bore us, y'all niggas' raps poorer than some noxzema
[Verse 2: sweats]
Extra ordinary, on my dexter morgan, very
Coarse, look, another fucking corpse to the morgue to carry
Young, bashful sweats? king of the castle, got
Me an ass full after some drug-induced hassle
Smooth as silk when I step in the john wilkes and treat the
Beat like abe lincoln, like the fuck was che thinkin? and
Fuck your raps 'bout inking and ballcaps from you
Corny mall rats, y'all can hold my ballsack and all
'latt, I'm that good, shitting on these whack hoods, catch me
In some backwoods smoking on some dallas backwards
Nigga, you absurd, your heiress wanna cherish, telling
Me her pussy's hairless, when sweats could really care less
These niggas dumb and dumb, they're looking like a lunch for some
Careers vegetative cause their raps are just cucumbersome
Here's advice: go mimic a strike, swiftly
Or you might just be the next I put six deep
Sorry to startle, it's just that I talk smarter cause
Niggas out here drier than nigga hair after saltwater
I'm at a period where I'm leery, delirious, I'm
Still teetering on if I should take this shit serious-
Ly bruce, off a gallon of jungle juice, proceed to
Watch me get loose and spread like a mothers cooch, the bread
Giving me a boost of effort, these niggas dessert, how am
I a better writer when all I use is my left, huh?
Young dastardly regurgitating battered dreams, these
Niggas shellshocked cause I'm actually spitting casualties
But there's more to cry, and careers? there's more to die, I
Rip and rig b's like my fucking name was mordecai
The critics backing off, now girls wanna jack me off
Miyagi on these papis tryna stop me, just wax em' off
I'm craving rappers so I'mma catch and lock em' up, you
Bore us, y'all niggas' raps poorer than some noxzema
[Verse 2: sweats]
Extra ordinary, on my dexter morgan, very
Coarse, look, another fucking corpse to the morgue to carry
Young, bashful sweats? king of the castle, got
Me an ass full after some drug-induced hassle
Smooth as silk when I step in the john wilkes and treat the
Beat like abe lincoln, like the fuck was che thinkin? and
Fuck your raps 'bout inking and ballcaps from you
Corny mall rats, y'all can hold my ballsack and all
'latt, I'm that good, shitting on these whack hoods, catch me
In some backwoods smoking on some dallas backwards
Nigga, you absurd, your heiress wanna cherish, telling
Me her pussy's hairless, when sweats could really care less
These niggas dumb and dumb, they're looking like a lunch for some
Careers vegetative cause their raps are just cucumbersome
Here's advice: go mimic a strike, swiftly
Or you might just be the next I put six deep
( Sweats. )
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