[Verse:]
Picked up a random beat to spit at them ticks who can't fathom that this kid can rap some
Lit as a candle or wicks in a lantern
Dreams to be record breaking, income to be handsome
Flibbertigibbet is looking to get a big higgledy-piggledy fandom
Chicks in a mansion with tits I can't handle
"But this is wack! Listen, get this: Rap isn't worth this much practice and this can be sanctioned."
Look at these quitters who quit their dreams triggered by things that seem bigger than them throwing tantrums
Lo and behold they hold coals of anger
Scrolls that I hold must unfold to fan them
Told to be bold but know when to put your hands up
My dome is the home to hordes of loco gangsters
Doors are closed, those I know suppose that I'm on the road that locos are prone to go when I say my flows have more hopes than hoes they close
Then I get some stones and more thrown to force me to act dumb
Although they do that 'cause they're noticing that I'm four sixes, that's one more six in than the most wicked, the G.O.A.T. dickhead of those labelled "the Bad Ones"
Don't look at me, go look at a ghost, look at a phantom
Flows explode those who chose to roam close
Although I don't roast the toes 'cause I will tag them
Backed with a big bagful of babbles to baffle
Bad terrible bastards who battle I'll blast them
Banish and finish your bullshit 'fore you get to start it
Basically make you look like a bride breaking her bangles
Batter, no banter, to ban the bland to bring some balance
Go blather your blasphemy back in deep inside your fan's bum
That is if you have one
Statistically can't come close to the flows that I chart on a page, all the bars that I raise with the samples
Multiple entendres from several different angles
Complicate this genre until the time I am done
Not to mention, gone are the days of the hamsters running in the same place
I'm killing every bantam
Run chickens, run
Coming gun slinging's one demon
Want this to end with some blood 'cause it's damn fun
And please strap your damn girls, your princess in your castle 'cause she'll leave you her sandle then come fuck with the dragon
And while you imagine if that already happens, I manage to madly massacre masses while I'm rapping
Damage with highly technical passages, I'm zapping
Damn it, I'm direct deleting dullards, leave them trampled
Make an example of even the bitch holding the baton
I do have some questions but I don't need you to answer
Hands up! Spread your legs wide like a dancer
I'll look up a book on your anal anatomy to better shove in a hand pump!
Picked up a random beat to spit at them ticks who can't fathom that this kid can rap some
Lit as a candle or wicks in a lantern
Dreams to be record breaking, income to be handsome
Flibbertigibbet is looking to get a big higgledy-piggledy fandom
Chicks in a mansion with tits I can't handle
"But this is wack! Listen, get this: Rap isn't worth this much practice and this can be sanctioned."
Look at these quitters who quit their dreams triggered by things that seem bigger than them throwing tantrums
Lo and behold they hold coals of anger
Scrolls that I hold must unfold to fan them
Told to be bold but know when to put your hands up
My dome is the home to hordes of loco gangsters
Doors are closed, those I know suppose that I'm on the road that locos are prone to go when I say my flows have more hopes than hoes they close
Then I get some stones and more thrown to force me to act dumb
Although they do that 'cause they're noticing that I'm four sixes, that's one more six in than the most wicked, the G.O.A.T. dickhead of those labelled "the Bad Ones"
Don't look at me, go look at a ghost, look at a phantom
Flows explode those who chose to roam close
Although I don't roast the toes 'cause I will tag them
Backed with a big bagful of babbles to baffle
Bad terrible bastards who battle I'll blast them
Banish and finish your bullshit 'fore you get to start it
Basically make you look like a bride breaking her bangles
Batter, no banter, to ban the bland to bring some balance
Go blather your blasphemy back in deep inside your fan's bum
That is if you have one
Statistically can't come close to the flows that I chart on a page, all the bars that I raise with the samples
Multiple entendres from several different angles
Complicate this genre until the time I am done
Not to mention, gone are the days of the hamsters running in the same place
I'm killing every bantam
Run chickens, run
Coming gun slinging's one demon
Want this to end with some blood 'cause it's damn fun
And please strap your damn girls, your princess in your castle 'cause she'll leave you her sandle then come fuck with the dragon
And while you imagine if that already happens, I manage to madly massacre masses while I'm rapping
Damage with highly technical passages, I'm zapping
Damn it, I'm direct deleting dullards, leave them trampled
Make an example of even the bitch holding the baton
I do have some questions but I don't need you to answer
Hands up! Spread your legs wide like a dancer
I'll look up a book on your anal anatomy to better shove in a hand pump!
( Element M )
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