[Lyric] SKR SKR (Bob Corn)

[Verse 1]
Welcome to the hip hop exhibition
Bitch I’m yellow that’s why I’m pissing
Any sort of intelligence is missing
I go dumb on the beat and it’s blissing

Chip on my shoulder, corn on a mission
Now you get flakey, bread in your vision
I don’t want beef like veganism
But if you start shit Ima cook it to the finish

Blap blap blap lemme write the ammunition
If you wanna hate then my feelings are itching
Spotify, Apple Music, can you listen
Ever since Abhishek said “I like chicken”

Inconsequential bitches
I ain’t got ice on my neck but it glistens
Cause I am a titan, magnificent
Sleep on me Ima get maleficent
[Hook]
Jump on the beat like Skr Skr
Ice on my neck like bling bling
Jump on the beat like
Ice on my…what the fuck am I talking about

[Verse 2]
Time to ignore my mental problems
Kill yourself with a fucking shotgun
Talk about drive, bitch you ain’t got one
Mine is evil, stuck to the bottom

Watch it blossom to something of terror
Bring on the storm that you cannot weather
Bring out your arms you chickens get severed
I’m so raw you get salmonella

Every single lyric is set to kill
I ain’t gonna come out and beg for deals
Don’t try to use no sex appeal
Everybody dies in the end that’s real

I ain’t from fucking France
That’s why I never show no mercy
Every single track is so dirty
Even Loki knows that I’m unworthy
[Outro]
My name is Bob Corn
I got chains on my neck
I really like to flex
Cause that’s what I like to do

No one can fuck with me
Because I am the real thug
Gang gang in my city
The police are chasing after me