[Verse 1: Gnarex]
Gnarly tyrannosaurus, rollin' in a doorless taurus
Scoreless with a gorgeous whore until we hit the chorus
When we do, ill start forcin more than borin'
Conversation, you feel the vibrations from the pavement?
Patience? Fuck that, I need some fucking payment
Jk babe, I just think that you're amazin'
Ill do anything to take a tour of your basement
Use "Cadence", give you lame gazes
Fuck that, I just stole third base bitch
[Verse 2: TMode]
Better call the witch doctor, cuz I'm just spitting voodoo shit
Murder bitches, beats and the rap game, I am new to it
A lyricist, get near to this. so you can try to mirror it
If you want to get killed, then I can grant your dearest wish
Get pissed at me, no mystery that I will make you history
You just Mister Rodgers and I pity you like Mister T
Attacking ya vanacular like Dracula, loved like an acura
Spit wack shit at me. I'll spit it back at ya
Leave rappers dead, make faggots go and pull an Appomattox
Leave em red like the jumpsuit of an apparatus
You think you know crazy well I'm way past the madness
Kill the lazy rappers so that I can be the last of radness
Last of a dying breed of rappers who don't give a shit
About being mainstream, so shut the fuck up and live with it
I do what the fuck I want and say what the fuck I want
Think that I'm bullshiting you, I dare you to say I won't
Do I know that I'm the best, Mos Definetly
Rappers and hoes, kill em if they think they better than me
An atheist, murderin rappers and bustin believers
Sent to kill all pop singers and Justin Bieber
I'm an ill rhyme slinger and an ill line bringer
While you move on, I let my ill mind linger
Dealing with the downy kids, go and show that underbite
I'm the heat, win it all, at best you got the Thunder life
The future of the industry, so hand the pad and pen to me
Better blurt one out cuz the last few line have been cuss free
Mind so fucking psycho, therapist can no more fathom
Hate rappers that are faker than most bitch's orgasms
Embarrasing when they go hard like a fucking asian dick
Mouth must be an asshole, cuz they straight up spraying shit
While I chew up fake rappers like a rabbit with cabbage
Put my lyrics in your head and they'll give you brain damage
I'm at Kid Rock's concert with the Lochness Monster
Ask him for tree fiddy and shoot him with a rocket launcher
All these elders trying to tell me that I mis-behave
So I tell them fuck off Mister Gay, you must be friends with Mister Slave
I'm not acting out, maybe everyone else is just acting in
Cuz I've actually got brain cells, everyone else is lacking them
Rappers promoting bullshit, make kids drop out like a dead fetus
Making fuckers jealous, man you wish you could be this
Riding down the Jersey Shore, looking for a dirty whore
In a Ford, while I'm waving around a .44
Gnar tried to wake me up, cuz he heard me start to snore
Flipped the shit, ripped away half the car and part the door
Gnarly tyrannosaurus, rollin' in a doorless taurus
Scoreless with a gorgeous whore until we hit the chorus
When we do, ill start forcin more than borin'
Conversation, you feel the vibrations from the pavement?
Patience? Fuck that, I need some fucking payment
Jk babe, I just think that you're amazin'
Ill do anything to take a tour of your basement
Use "Cadence", give you lame gazes
Fuck that, I just stole third base bitch
[Verse 2: TMode]
Better call the witch doctor, cuz I'm just spitting voodoo shit
Murder bitches, beats and the rap game, I am new to it
A lyricist, get near to this. so you can try to mirror it
If you want to get killed, then I can grant your dearest wish
Get pissed at me, no mystery that I will make you history
You just Mister Rodgers and I pity you like Mister T
Attacking ya vanacular like Dracula, loved like an acura
Spit wack shit at me. I'll spit it back at ya
Leave rappers dead, make faggots go and pull an Appomattox
Leave em red like the jumpsuit of an apparatus
You think you know crazy well I'm way past the madness
Kill the lazy rappers so that I can be the last of radness
Last of a dying breed of rappers who don't give a shit
About being mainstream, so shut the fuck up and live with it
I do what the fuck I want and say what the fuck I want
Think that I'm bullshiting you, I dare you to say I won't
Do I know that I'm the best, Mos Definetly
Rappers and hoes, kill em if they think they better than me
An atheist, murderin rappers and bustin believers
Sent to kill all pop singers and Justin Bieber
I'm an ill rhyme slinger and an ill line bringer
While you move on, I let my ill mind linger
Dealing with the downy kids, go and show that underbite
I'm the heat, win it all, at best you got the Thunder life
The future of the industry, so hand the pad and pen to me
Better blurt one out cuz the last few line have been cuss free
Mind so fucking psycho, therapist can no more fathom
Hate rappers that are faker than most bitch's orgasms
Embarrasing when they go hard like a fucking asian dick
Mouth must be an asshole, cuz they straight up spraying shit
While I chew up fake rappers like a rabbit with cabbage
Put my lyrics in your head and they'll give you brain damage
I'm at Kid Rock's concert with the Lochness Monster
Ask him for tree fiddy and shoot him with a rocket launcher
All these elders trying to tell me that I mis-behave
So I tell them fuck off Mister Gay, you must be friends with Mister Slave
I'm not acting out, maybe everyone else is just acting in
Cuz I've actually got brain cells, everyone else is lacking them
Rappers promoting bullshit, make kids drop out like a dead fetus
Making fuckers jealous, man you wish you could be this
Riding down the Jersey Shore, looking for a dirty whore
In a Ford, while I'm waving around a .44
Gnar tried to wake me up, cuz he heard me start to snore
Flipped the shit, ripped away half the car and part the door
( TMode )
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