Moving at a quicker pace than half these losers in the race
I rip it on the mic while rippin’ yours right out the interface
And if you’re gettin’ in my face, I’m in your bas#ment, I’m replacing every 2 by four with rotten wood until your house is caved
If you survive the caving you should grab a kitchen blade or let a pistol spray
Aiming for the kid knee’s a mistake, this isnt children’s play
Wicked brain is sick in ways you couldn’t even think of, they all quick to say I’m different, hey im loopy like a figure 8
So funny, I’m a rapper
Fortunately thеy don’t know I’m used to all the laughter
You won’t feel thе aftermath if you don’t feel the subject matter
They keep pissin’ in my pocket while my pocket’s gettin’ fatter
Cut the chatter
Now flip the page to fifty shades
I’ll tie you up like Christian Gray
Throw you on your knees like the way you’d see a Christian pray
Grab a bat – hit your face
Home run, win the game
Try to steal from me and run
I’ll throw you out – triple play
The interstate is filled with lames, pick a lane, you’re in my way
Hit the breaks a little late
We crash and they disintegrate
Well, how come Doyle isn’t scraped?
In this game I think I’m safe
None of y’all are bringing change
Well, heres a way to innovate
People think it’s funny I’m a rapper
Fortunately they don’t know I’m used to all the laughter
You won’t feel the aftermath if you don’t feel the subject matter
They keep pissin’ in my pocket while my pocket’s gettin’ fatter
Cut the chatter
You don’t wanna start with me boy
Take you out and you don’t get to rejoin you try to shoot but it must be a decoy ima just wait til the big guns deploy
Go for the throat when I find me a threat
Just so you know, I ain’t seen any yet
Growing in dough, I might be in a bakery, thankfully there ain’t no yeast in my bread
But I’m gonna rise up, eyes up here
If you don’t see it, your sights unclear
They say that money can’t buy you some happiness, I disagree cause it dries up tears
People tryna tell me to get my own flow
Oh no, that’s a no-no, you don’t know me but you know my flows dope but you’ve got no flow and nothing to show for
Shocker. Why are the talkers the people with zero accomplishments?
If you haven’t done what I’m doing right now, then why are you talking shit?
It’s obvious that I got a dick so monstrous, so hop off of it. I’m an optimist cause I’m positive if you shot a diss, you’d probably miss
Yeah
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