[Lyric] The Mixtape (Bryce Breckenridge)

[Intro: Bryce Breckenridge]
Aye yo...
I got mothefuckers tellin' me
That I can't rap my ass off
That I can't make a motherfucking statement
Well, this is how I do it:
You load the fucking clip
Then, you cock the fucking gun (gun cocking)
And then, you say 'Hi!"
(gun shots) (people screaming)

[Chorus: Fade]
Walk into the night, I’m beaming like I’m Scotty
Looking for a fight but I’m not big into karate
Cannot find the light, you can say illum-in-not-y [illuminati]
Before the final beam of white becomes disembodied
You’ve been getting sick of riding up in shotty
The gauge says 12, Cobain's pituitary body
Make your final wish, meet gods no Annunaki
Buckle up your seatbelt, I'ma crash the Maserati
[Verse 1: Fade]
Ooh, so damn clean
Bеtcha' never thought my flow was so damn mean
Yеah, whatcha' think about me?
I could be the only motherfucker that can de-crown me
Yeah, catching bodies, and breakfast parties at town hall
You can probably get less streams with promo
I’ve been making hits, but keep it on the down low
If you wanna play these games, pick up the console
Yeah, where I’m from, these little kids try to act tall
People talk but it seems like a fucking mouth full
Jump off the gun, I’m graduating with this .22
Your whole team's gone, now it’s just gonna be me and you
When it's over, it's just another day
Deep shit, introverted, his dawg's name is 'J'
Been watching for a minute now I think it’s time to play
You stupid cunt, next time you’re on your knees, you better pray

[Chorus: Fade]
Walk into the night, I’m beaming like I’m Scotty
Looking for a fight but I’m not big into karate
Cannot find the light, you can say illum-in-not-y [illuminati]
Before the final beam of white becomes disembodied
You’ve been getting sick of riding up in shotty
The gauge says 12, Cobain's pituitary body
Make your final wish, meet gods no Annunaki
Buckle up your seatbelt, I'ma crash the Maserati
[Verse 2: Bryce Breckenridge]
My entire record's what I'm playin' on cassette
I'ma feed you offensive shit when the tape's in the deck
Filling your fuckin' chest up, just like nasal congest
I'm the type of rapper that makes you rage and depressed
You fuckin' faggot, I say that line to make you upset
It's what happens when pussies combine anal with sex
Fuckin' politicians, they got the mouth of a thousand bitches
They keep talkin' shit, like the guy that's dating your ex
If you don't like me and still watch me, bitch you're a fan
I 've got better shit to do than fall from the Hoover Dam
Than to do the bag of shrooms and die from a miligram
I'm still the man with a iller plan to kill the villain's clan
Riding down the fuckin' highway like I'm the Joker
Backseat in the cop car when I got pulled over
This the type of shit I do if I don't keep my composure
You might just end up in hell, dead or in jail, fucked when bent over, I'ma

[Chorus: Fade]
Walk into the night, I’m beaming like I’m Scotty
Looking for a fight but I’m not big into karate
Cannot find the light, you can say illum-in-not-y [illuminati]
Before the final beam of white becomes disembodied
You’ve been getting sick of riding up in shotty
The gauge says 12, Cobain's pituitary body
Make your final wish, meet gods no Annunaki
Buckle up your seatbelt, I'ma crash the Maserati
[Outro: Fade]
Aye, uh, I love hoping for a new day
I’ve been begging so I guess I can’t be choosy
Too much talk about your uzi
Be a fucking man before I say it’s too late
Yeah, level with me for a sec
I can’t believe that I am a wreck
Yeah, had to get off my set
Yeah, had to go and show em all of my best (Yeah)