Tired of these clowns, thinking that they run the madhouse
Tired of these fake thugs, posing with their cash out
Videos full of bitches with fake tits & ass out
Its time for me to wipe the game clean, call it Blackout
Watch your ass when I come through
This field is about to become a war zone
Imma leave these pricks exposed
Like they're caught on their laptop on & porn showing
See, you can't catch me with my pants down
Because I've got nothing that I try to hide
I don't need to fucking fake shit, like the pranks I pulled back when I was five
I got eyes & ears everywhere, so don't start chatting shit
Bad mouthing cuz I'm doing better myself now, is that it?
Try to say my songs are garbage?
Bitch, you thought you were part of one
These snakes are trying to talk to me
You'd swear I'm speaking Parseltongue
I'm an original that you'll find once in a blue moon
My lyrics hit you harder than when you down a dozen Blue Chews
Strung together like a violin, my rhyme's immaculate
Go nuts on the page, like it's covered in ejaculate
I told you before, I can do this alone
Just put me in a room with a microphone
A pen & some paper & trust me, I know
The shit that I write, like balloons, it'll blow
This is all that I have, man, I can't let it go
When I'm at the mic, I'm in my fucking zone
I open my mouth & I just let it flow
There's no other path, this is all that I know
Look, I told you I'm a madman
Denied entry so many times, you'd swear they're playing Kapkan
You talk tough, but inside you're a pussy, call it cat scan
I'm tryna find a wife, not a brazzer I'm just paying for a lap dance
I don't just flow at a certain speed
My shit's random, like the Autobahn in Germany
I'm just tryna find a girl where I can insert my seed
But they don't seem like they even wanna flirt with me
I mean, I get it, I'm not like Hercules
I can't throw a Ford Fiesta 30 feet
But I can spit a few bars if you send me a beat
And with how fast I can flow, you'll wanna let me eat
2nd time lucky, imma come back strong
Try to have fun when I write my songs
But they don't quite hit, I don't know what's wrong
Maybe it's the lyrics, or the beats I'm on
Ooh, I've got it, I found my flaw
My bars cause friction like Primark thongs
But unlike my dick, they don't last too long
And you can feel free to try prove that wrong
Okay, my bad, I may have been too brash
But at least I'm not out here fake flexing with a wad of cash
At least I'm not surrounded by some trash girls with fake ass
Or talking bout all the different drugs that I've never had
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy letting out my wild side
And though it flopped, imma get back up, cuz I know this here is my time
And if you don't like the shit I'm doing, there's the door, bye-bye
But don't come crawling back when I'm making more buzz than a house fly
You know I got them bug eyed when I hop on a track
Music is a one way street for me, there's no going back
So while you're saying stupid shit, like "this white kid can't rap"
I'll be at home, grinding hard, so I can get the last laugh
Tired of these fake thugs, posing with their cash out
Videos full of bitches with fake tits & ass out
Its time for me to wipe the game clean, call it Blackout
Watch your ass when I come through
This field is about to become a war zone
Imma leave these pricks exposed
Like they're caught on their laptop on & porn showing
See, you can't catch me with my pants down
Because I've got nothing that I try to hide
I don't need to fucking fake shit, like the pranks I pulled back when I was five
I got eyes & ears everywhere, so don't start chatting shit
Bad mouthing cuz I'm doing better myself now, is that it?
Try to say my songs are garbage?
Bitch, you thought you were part of one
These snakes are trying to talk to me
You'd swear I'm speaking Parseltongue
I'm an original that you'll find once in a blue moon
My lyrics hit you harder than when you down a dozen Blue Chews
Strung together like a violin, my rhyme's immaculate
Go nuts on the page, like it's covered in ejaculate
I told you before, I can do this alone
Just put me in a room with a microphone
A pen & some paper & trust me, I know
The shit that I write, like balloons, it'll blow
This is all that I have, man, I can't let it go
When I'm at the mic, I'm in my fucking zone
I open my mouth & I just let it flow
There's no other path, this is all that I know
Look, I told you I'm a madman
Denied entry so many times, you'd swear they're playing Kapkan
You talk tough, but inside you're a pussy, call it cat scan
I'm tryna find a wife, not a brazzer I'm just paying for a lap dance
I don't just flow at a certain speed
My shit's random, like the Autobahn in Germany
I'm just tryna find a girl where I can insert my seed
But they don't seem like they even wanna flirt with me
I mean, I get it, I'm not like Hercules
I can't throw a Ford Fiesta 30 feet
But I can spit a few bars if you send me a beat
And with how fast I can flow, you'll wanna let me eat
2nd time lucky, imma come back strong
Try to have fun when I write my songs
But they don't quite hit, I don't know what's wrong
Maybe it's the lyrics, or the beats I'm on
Ooh, I've got it, I found my flaw
My bars cause friction like Primark thongs
But unlike my dick, they don't last too long
And you can feel free to try prove that wrong
Okay, my bad, I may have been too brash
But at least I'm not out here fake flexing with a wad of cash
At least I'm not surrounded by some trash girls with fake ass
Or talking bout all the different drugs that I've never had
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy letting out my wild side
And though it flopped, imma get back up, cuz I know this here is my time
And if you don't like the shit I'm doing, there's the door, bye-bye
But don't come crawling back when I'm making more buzz than a house fly
You know I got them bug eyed when I hop on a track
Music is a one way street for me, there's no going back
So while you're saying stupid shit, like "this white kid can't rap"
I'll be at home, grinding hard, so I can get the last laugh
( AHnonymous )
www.ChordsAZ.com