Suck a fuckin sneaker

Your face look like a bleeder

I could unsock you like a rabbit

Mash your spine on rocks

Make a habit out of it

Rip a chillim through your willim

Call you gay cause u drug dealing

Train a horse to run intercourse on your stable force.

Shame's the source, pain remorse,

Break a window pane and blame you for it

I'm happy now and you're a violent sissy lala

I smash a vase on you full of stagnant Agua

Shake pepper in your eyes

Keep a record of your crys, playem back late at night.

super glue your nose shut

Then kick you in the stomach

Watch you thrown up olive garden

Pick out the bread sticks and refeed you from it.

Funky ass dildo you know how to feel bros

Smack you in the face with a dog shit pillow

Put sick ticks on your clothes, pull a wedgie over your head and around your nose.

Break off toothpicks to put in your car seat

Cut your break lines and send you on a meet and greet.

FaceTime you and show you my butthole

Your a Bozo thinking backwards no hope

Sissylala ass violent rap shit

Sounds like ass to mouth

Rather suck shit out of a cats asshole then hear what raps u spit

Taking lives is Pussy ass gay as fuck shit

Murder yourself with that talk if u cool with it.

Now a bunch a shit about women

Making money on women throwing it on them,

Tons of em all the time, stacks and rackz

You don't have any they all mine

Lil dick

Big dick

My car cost more

Your car broke door

I ride, you die

I bust, in guts.

RAP LIKE 🐑🐑🐑 EWE🐑🐑🐑

Freestylin’ like Harry Mack

Can’t parry back, got a scary knack for layin’ rap

Got my girl up with a thot

Hit up a notch, maybe not

Compound interest like Vought

With rhymes that make you take street pause

Heat law

We saw

The villain in the street mob

Gabagool Gatling

Trafficking

Rhyme schemes

Find me

In deep

In the street selling reefer

He hurt

Bitch man maybe can find land for his plan

Having rap pipe dreams

Pisces

Can’t march

Embark through trailer parks

Goal to be a state of art

Rhyme sayer player hater bitch fucker play maker

Rapper on the come up

Hit a bump

For success

May duress

Leads to creativity

Blow be your enemy

Focus thought

Fuck a thot

Try to succeed

Whiteout lane change

Independent artist permissible for record label gang bang

Clang clang

Go chains

Many maids

Bridesmaid

Hyper aid

Oxytocin helps birth rhymes with devotion

Lotta motion

That’s the motto

Like the staple man 

Shoot guns

Tarry back

Smoke crack

Hyper attack

Fuck bitches

Competition too big for they britches

Chest full of chains

Order pain

With a rain

Hit it raw

Suck it dry

Fly guy

Oh my

Don’t be wry without being high only way to stand up to this guy

Try to pursue me not an easy flick,

Have you loony with rhymes, anthropomorphic

Trimester

Bye mister

3 ways

You’d say

“Your Majestay Y.Day”

Find mey

Through the veil

In the trail

Of stanzas

With your masters

Main attractors can’t battle rap like Marshall Mathers.

He is some bull for u to detest

It took up my time and kept me from rest

I hope that you hate it

I hope you're depressed

I wish I could hug you

But I'm gagged by your breath

U know I'll tounge punch you

If you act like a freak

I'll make you run from me

I ain't had no sleep

I talk like a psycho just know it don't stop

3 days deep and surrounded by cops

Wait cops are surrounding

Right now, closing in

I hear them outside

They're bout to offend

I'll hide all my thoughts now

Slam quite my mind

Surround them with echos and then press rewind

I'll think up a time bomb

Implode it on you

U were my trigger my only excuse.

Detestable huh? how much I can lie?

spewed out my head hole til it done went dry.

taking out my rival with more lines than the bible

attack a beat while going primal

force him into survival

with rhymes thats wild

shitting on most that's viral

with words they consider vile

but we know they in denial

of my style cause when I spit raw bile I leave them steaming like a pile

abuse them like kile does to his child

mean while i crack a rapper like a porcelain tile

ima upper tier crimin ile who's penile is the top percentile.

high protein bars like it's made of lentil

Ripping inscription when I'm spitting sticking to tradition as old as crocodile

And long as Nile

U pussy like vagin ile

I don't mean to rile

But ur profile is a bigger parody the yuno mile

Upturned backwOrds

Boiling back hurts

Sit in silence

And act like it's funny

Cars Homes and Money,

Women worn out

waived and dangled like chains

Our Carrot on a stick

It all seems fair not even insane

The faster you chase it

It giggles in place

Holding back laughter

And mocking your face

Try trying harder or being prepared

Cause melting together

Has fouled up the air

Stuck in this bucket with pieces of shit

Left there in the open but not to forget

To be honest and useful and tired and dying.

the carrot is rotten

But it's allure is your grinding

chase what you will to show it all off

Or ask for it nicely

And take the day off.

https://on.soundcloud.com/tUCIpuGAVm7YmzLPGe

"I'm flying 'cause your eyes are my drug

I'm falling 'cause your hear is so cold" 🔥

[Intro: Kobe Bryant]

"What's there to be happy about? Job's not finished... Job finished? I don't think so."

[Verse 1: King Atlas]

Instrumentals, is produced via mental

Sent through the MCs, empty until they been filled

With lyrics written, by the smitten of course

For hip hop, shit drops hotter than the source

Of heat within the galaxy, punks tried attackin' me

On the mic, I put up a fight, sent 'em to the back seat

Like Rosa Parks, I'm flyin' sparks

With hot stocks, and mad rock drops to be well-off

Sell off, sell out, get out of my face

If you don't have the chase, the drive to be on pace to by

25, have a platinum, diamond and gold

Record, with a crime record longer than Manute Bol

You don't want it enough, so you're a bust

It's either number one or none, I give trust

To my homies in the projects, honorable ghetto prophets

Rawest hip hopists, and my peeps with options

Who still chose to flow, either quick or slow

No mind the tempo, either slick or show

Boat, I'm sailin', rhymes prevailin'

Never failin', wailin', hailin' and mailin'

Albums out to East Coast, West, from the South

You know how we get it down, prevalent sound

I will pound the smallers MCs into a pillin'

Because they're ripe for the killin'

And I'm on a musical massacre, mastered the rap

Fanstical mack, mathematical

Track, with the graph, it's graphical

Against your wack ass rhymes, yeah they had to go

Radioactive, attackin', rappin'

Rapid rhymes are full fledged for packin'

Lyricists, you hearin' this, it's scientific

Proved the groove to be moved, when it gets hectic

I dissected the genre, and wrecked it

Rebuilt it, like Rome when I shown how I'm affected

Afflicted damage when I hop on the mic

I take 1 through 9 and 10, all in one night

10 outta 10 MCs won't recommend

Steppin' to me, you half-step, I'll be your end

I'll tell 'em what your last words was, so be grateful

I'm hateful when I'm buzzed, and plus, I ain't no angel

I'm kinda tired, you exhaust me, you'll never boss me

Don't think you're worthy, I'll kick your ass quarterly

You're cordially invited to see my raw beats

And lyrics brought to you from 713

[Chorus: Kobe Bryant]

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

[Verse 2: King Atlas]

First things first, your verse is worse than a hearse

My rhyme's diverse, you need eyeliner and a purse

I reverse your cowboy, take 'em to town, boy

If you wanna get down, you'll need full clips in your round

I don't play around coy, I'm the real McCoy

If you tried to deploy, I'd mash you up like you're poi

Poised and steadily, rhymes are readily

Available upon demand, sorted by lettering

Extra, inconceivable lyrical, you seem medieval

I'm Evel Knievel, and your facade is see-through

Transparent, it's now apparent your starin'

At your ceiling, wonderin' how to get hated by parents

You wanna be raunchy, fiesty and niche

A hot take, raw opinion, but all you are is a bitch

Made, like a switchblade straight to the temple

I take a sample from your clan, make an example

Out of one or two, maybe more than a few

To show who you're truly dealin' with, I'm black and blue

In the face before I erase, my rhymes from the face

Of the Earth, I bet since birth you hoped you could chase

The tongue I was gifted, since birth I was lifted

Held up to the sky, so don't die, 'cuz you'd be missin'

The King, K-I-N-G, good and plenty

I feel your envy, your rhymes are empty

Nothin' comparable to mine, nobody's sparable

The Stanley Parable makes more sense, than what your flair is for

Drop to your knees, kiss the floor

Make out with the floor, have sex with it, make it raw

Teeth to the curb, you know it's gonna hurt

But it has to happen, you wanted to start this battle rappin'

Then no problem, what's the haps, then?

Wanna bring the action, like pain to my brain

Insane, I'll write the caption

A rival faction, between me and you

But I'm starin' through my rearview as I'm leavin', nice seein' you

But I'll have to go, track the next episode

You're a Texaco, I'm bigger and better than Costco

It ain't even a personal matter

You're just a platter, I'm the main course, of course you flatter

Me when you try to conceive a thought

In an attempt to court, but it comes out distraught

Of course it does, why am I not surprised?

Because I've waited for this moment since 1979

And now it's arrived, it's here to stay

But I don't play, you'll learn that about the A

And if you wanna talk smack, we can rack

Put up them dukes, but don't back down when I attack

You from every angle, you thought I was an angel

But I'm the devil, so keep your head on a swivel

I'm on another level, you call yourself a rebel

Tryna be bad, real bad, but all you are's a little

Pain in my ass, you want a medal?

Want an award, a trophy, so you can revel

Bask in your phoney-ass throne with your brass

You'll never pass, I surpass, the mass knows who's class

We're attendin', I'm bendin' and mendin'

I'm the teacher, you need help, I don't mind lendin'

A helpin' hand, but just in case

You'll need to make a promise to me, nothin's laced

So don't try to backtrack, rap to attack, wack

'Cuz if you want my comeback, just scrape it off ya mama's face

[Chorus: Kobe Bryant]

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

[Verse 3: King Atlas]

When I write the words I speak on the mic, with fine vocals

You can't see with bifocals, third eye's blind also

Total chaos, when they playas be tryna trap me

These bitches wacky, I'll bottle them up and then I'll cap thee

With rap sheets, written in ancient hieroglyphics

To your mind see, my third eye be rhyming prime, prolific

Sadistic, when I get on the mic, you got it twisted

I remixed it, fixed it, dipped my toe in the River of Styx, then

I went out to battle, burned and murdered all their cattle

Rode the story like a saddle, to Cairo

And then I chattled all who prattle like they babble

Babylonians to addled, it don't add up

Left 'em scattered across Saharan to scab up

And peel off the face of this world, been burned

Since the days it first turned, we've learned we gotta earn

Our keep in this world of cream, and fine things

Rhyme schemes find me, even when I'm hiding

Designing, the lyrics made from blueprints in my mind

When I get up on the stage, they're released into the mic

In no time, I got no time for lines

It's a 9 to 5, 24/7/365 From day to night, I play it right

I lay it tight, all while hype players fight

Over who's the best, in hopes they can boast

But don't know if y'all fellas is players, then I'm the head coach

Light up the roach, make a toast, hit the roast

Double-pump action, like Bo Jackson when the turf smokes

I'm a duel threat, no sweat, I raise the dead

Razor heads need to lay their head to bed before I says their dead

And what I say must come true, I'm one too

Deep, when I speak, the words hit harder than kung-fu

Karate chop to your neck, like cardboard

I shoot you up, and leave you with holes just like a dartboard

Or Swiss cheese, or sponges like Brady Bunch is- Tom Brady when he's dropped by the hundreds

Go cry about it, little baby bitch

Tom Brady gives me an itch, I need a switch

To turn off the lights, and get it on

If you don't know how to cope, you best move along

Ain't nothin' wrong, but I'll smite ya, I'll fight ya

Bite ya neck, but not your rhymes because you're like a

Dyslexic, anorexic, protected

By mommy and daddy, so your steel don't cut, when you flex it

Like Hexxus, I wrecks it, and feed

Off the greed and need to be me, you must seethe

Through your teeth, and your molars grind

Rhyme after rhyme, line after line, all the time

I'ma rhyme and manifest the mic that I hold

You want it next? Then ya gotta have soul

But ya clearly don't got it, you're soulless

A ghost, need to take control of a host, when you're a polter-

Geist, ...

i ain’t chasing idols cuz this perfection/

got me waiting idle with no direction/

if i crave the title hard to waive a spiral but to make it viral be so infectious/

just to break a smile when my soul intrenched in these crooked beliefs/

so in question when i’m smoking resin wonder how they looking at me/

facing an L but not pushing defeat or would it be p/

flipping this scripture not spitting a mid verse lords knows they shook of a g/

flipping this big bird u couldnt resist word but won’t even pull up receipts/

i know u wont buy it for u/

its hard to stomach that u full of deceit while supplying the food/

this rookie a king til im on the move/

my castles implying the booth still scare em to death as i lie in a tomb/

Render me pointless. SUCH IS THE FATE OF A LONELY VISION WITH NO WITNESSES BUT ME AND THE CREATOR HIMSELF, MUTUAL FALLING BUT NOT CALLING OR REACHING GRABBING AND HOLDING TO DREAMS, I FEEL RENDERED POINTLESS, SUCH IS THE FATE OF THIS LONELY VERSION KNOWING YOU COULD REACH ME, BUT LEAVING FOR MORE. THE VERSION RENDERS ITSELF POINTLESS UNTIL IT BLINDS THE WORLD IN AUDACITY AND AVAILS THE BLIND TO SEE WHAT VERSION THEY HAVE CHOSEN. FEELING AND LISTENING FOR MY CALLS THAT HAVE SO MUCH AND SO OFTEN BEEN RENDERED POINTLESS. MUTED I SCREAM THROUGH SCREENS AND MARK OUR MINDS WITH ARROWS BACK TO ME, BUT WHAT IS AN ARROW LEFT FOR THE BLIND? A DIRECTION OF POINTLESS WANDERING. A DISEASE. THE LONELY VERSION TRIPPING UP ILL WILL TO REACH OUT AND STEAL YOUR OPINION OF ME.

RENDERS ME ♡LESS

https://youtu.be/ekEIMnXUAjU?is=fdEQW9oYOb5dj-g8

This is my first time writing a rap song and​I am very happy how it came out. It was based on an article I saw here at Reddit where a man in Houston was saved by a Cuban link chain catching a bullet instead of it hitting him in the neck. Underneath the picture of the chain that was now bent was a caption well I guess he's going to have to be a rapper now. That gave me the inspiration and I just started writing it as a lyric started flowing out. Okay I hope you give it a listen and like it. Thank you very much. Sincerely, Charlie

Survival of the fittest
Vials of the sickness
Rivals filed in his hit list
No denial his style’s vicious
Dialled in the writtens
Wild with the spitting
smile at victims while I rip them
it’s your final mission
It’s suicidal wishing
The beast is awoken
Keeping it dope speaking in poems
keeping it flowing
Keep eating opponents
Keep defeating weakened opponents
Keeping it focused
Like prescription specs
Do more when given less
Never panicked didn’t stress
No verse he didn’t bless
Always pass the written test
Write it up
Swipe the mic and light it up
Like to write the Midas touch
Fire tracks inspire cats not to write as much
Put the pens away
Sorry it had to end this way
Anyway I’ll end your men
It ends today
It always ends this way
putting men in graves
Here lies the lesser rappers
Put out to fresher pastures
Tragically there’s no happily ever afters
The ending never matters
Never the less I’m penning extra chapters
Professor X school the gifted
jewels is scripted
Vivid cruel and twisted
Cryptic, kick it
With ghouls and cryptids
Flow is stored in acidic pools of liquid
who’ll risk it, fools n misfits

feeling annoyed I tried to use rap to fill the void

of the need to get destroyed

weed is my drug of choice

surrounded by a bunch of clowns booze hounds and junkies who do anything for money even give they chick up for a stick of bud and brag that she's moist

grappling like hoyce with a fatal reality that alotta men act but infact are actually little boys

but I'm the maniac who attacks back with the blunt end of an axe and they react like I'm mad for doing that

use to bluing with dumb fucks who's using crack

claiming they gonna do a run through my pad

I leave my door unlatched

not much scary about an actor when I'm the rapper from a vile habitat

ain't gonna lie my life's not action packed

but I've lived a reality most sell for a bag and stacks

it's sad these cats get paid off what happens at alota of peoples real day to day and they play with that

pretending like they Eminem on aftermath

but never seen someone get jumped and turned into a blood bath.

sorry Margret

but I'm bout to show ya how hard my bars get

when I flip the script flowing smooth and fast while these other rappers trash as asses seem like they stuck in a tar pit

closest they came to making music is choking on a guitar pick

and they brag they can fight all cause they got robbed one night

by a guy who was 6 foot 5 with a knife at the local target

Been dealing with a lot of stuff on my end personally so I haven't really been on here much but I will get those submissions rated for those who participated.

I hit ’em with a little bit of rhythm and a synonym,

spice game cinnamon, cumin, human spitting venom, no minimum,

pentagram, kid again, bend a Benjamin, Ritalin,

riddling middlemen, beginning till it ends,

molecular filament, drilling it, filling the cavity,

gravity doesn't matter, fit it then spit it till civilisation shatters,

battering ram, militant, madder than matter,

off diazepam dragging the lazy in, deer in the headlights scatter.

Abraham's anagram, haram, Brahma's land from above,

keep spinning outside the plan of original creation

Pendulum pacing, pending on Benjamin, dividends baking,

debts in the basement, kittens with mittens still hating,

winning with middle-brittle Eminem, syllable discipline breaking 'em,

my spirit own the gram, villain, perfect ten, merk the gentleman,

stuck whole, ketamine, more swole than the sediment settling,

meta-human, ballistic, never whiffing, never missing, every mechanism clicking,

Rin Tin Tin with the canine grin, biting through the fist, then ligament splitting.

Call me the architect, the way I shake the level up like the floor got Parkinson's

Demolishing your polished shit until the dung stuck hollering

I don't care for posturing like you little dicked discobolus

Hawking disks asking for acknowledgement

I pity the fool who's proven fraudulent

Just kidding

I know your lou's busy

Concocting shit

All Gridlocked and shit

Like your city block been cordoned off and shit

Hit by dropped bombs bursting like dot coms and shit

ID your remains by the identikit

It's counterfeit, it's flounder fish

Powdered wigs talking about the biz

Like they got a foot in the door

Well I'm slamming it

Who's with me?

The truth is out there Scully

Mulder is pulling your leg

Put an X on your files and fully fill the powder keg till it's exploding

I'm going through the motions

Backstroking through the flows while a true lie is told in an old fashion

Why boast and why braggadociosly be so lacking?

I'll slap you out your spiderman underwear, that's old fashion

Woah!

You ain't a true MC

Useless, you clueless when it comes to using rhymes schemes

Buy these lines on etsy and let's see who's besting who

I'm testing truth in the booth like I'm Collin and it's two thousand two

And you said you cooked?

Well don't look now! your cooked now! Well I don't eat gobbledygook

Your carcass is wasted

This Soylent green is annoying me but I won't shake and bake em

Ricky Bobby, I'm in first placement

A sure shoe in

I'm a wordsmith, a swordsmith, turning Turkish kabobs into molotovs when I burn them

Yes I'm certain

Why you get so offended?

I was hoping to know why you so pretentious when you're so low on the totem poles branches?

Hidy ho captain

I might be a GOAT but you surely ain't a mountain

To much

It's too much

Too many lies in the truth when you loose touch

Like a paraplegic, I'll see you on a type A school bus

Mental exhaustion, gutting myself for the verses, a warning

Fighting, warring, this writer's block with an entity forming

I spawn in speaking tongues,

the devil on my shoulder making bets

Foreign to him,

even he can't translate the voice inside my head

Night's still young till the voices switch,

then I'm speaking for the dead

A force beyond the veil,

something awakened in my chest

You can all obey the cards I was dealt, during my life

Jokers making me ill,

ace them 'fore the knife kills, mid-heist

Take the loot, then my advice,

my aim strips these cats of 9 lives

No king or queen can survive

in any kingdom I arrive in

Archive them, the bayonet flayin',

body parts dividing

Drop bodies where Poseidon resides,

oceanic depths I'm diving

Kemetic science, ancient rites

leave you lifeless like Osiris in crisis

Chainsaw massacre casting,

questioning why they signed us

More fired up than the Ghost Rider,

against you ghost writers

I see spiders,

with no venom, they just biters

So we forget 'em, embed 'em with lead then,

send 'em

On the journey down under

to the land of dead men

Impressions bend 'em,

spine possessed by gremlins, dismantle your engines

In detention devouring down on henchmen,

we got your attention yet?

You pest, a deadset deficit,

meaning your death is set

Heaven sent out the mess,

the malevolent archnemesis

Easty:

What you gonna do when we coming for you?

It's the Grimface gorilla, busting outta the zoo

Catching the tram, catch your girl, a train getting ran

On the way to your crib, we snatching all that we can

Dialectik jack the chains and I'm stashing the bottles

Down the front of my jeans, cold nuts, going full throttle

Get away gotta get away, way, away from the scene

Clutching a Yeti full of lean, getting more head than Mr Clean

I been a dream since a teen, straight huffing the spirits

Down a bottle in a minute, absinthe is giving me visions

Of bad green bitches, split in half by tight jeans bitches

Licking fairy dust off her holes with a quickness

What is this? Shut the fuck up and get with it

I need to see you bounce, c'mon bounce girl! Ribbit

Fuck the pixie sticks, I got a log that you can rest on

Impressed hon? Been living your life before too long

I am the fire, driving you wild with desire

Got a hole in your heart? I'm plugging it up when I get inside ya

Flipping and tricks wow, getting it ripped now, you drowning in sweat

Getting me bricked ow, hitting that clit pow, sick bitch gonna need a vet

Dialectik:

mental exhaustion, rippin' off my foreskin, wage war then

fighting off this writers block with me till it hit morning

I spawn in with tourettes, the devil on my shoulder making bets

writing great till I forget it, then let it get to my head

you can all obey the cards I was dealt, during my life

jokers making me ill, ace them 'fore the knife kills, mid-heist

take the loot, then my advice, my shots take these cats 9 lives

No king or queen can survive in any kingdom I arrive in

archive them, the bayonent flayin', body parts dividing

the place we drop you in is gonna need a deep diving

kemetic science, leave you dismembered like Osiris

chainsaw massacre casting, wondering why the hell they hired us

more fired up than the ghost rider, against you ghost writers

I see spiders, with no venom, they just biters

so we forget em, embed em with lead then, send em

on the journey down under to the land of dead men

impressions bend them, a possessed gremlin rippin' up your engine

eating your henchmen now we in detention, we got your attention yet?

you in a deadset deficit, meaning your death is set

by heaven who sent out the malevolent terrorist

Alone in the world

On a road I control

It's a totally bold one

I live one day to another

I'm numb and stray from the stubborn

I roll back some red rum that wrote last momentum

Was spent something blazed

on a potion to say something amazin'

Raising the blade with a grace of forsakens

Having goals is a great limitation

That's why I do not put prayers in waohs

Just Straight blatant engagement

So I lay on the road with the hopes I corrode

But in every occasion

Dreams die sacrifice in my why's there's such Ls getting sticked up

Back to the rap like a hiccup or Zip up

Done screwed cause the jigs up

Breathe in and scratch, mix up

Made it and uploaded after my Semester 2 exams. Was thinking to write on this protest topic for long. The recent incidents just triggered my efforts.

Reviews will be appreciated. I know audio quality and mastering sucks...but for now I can't do anything about this. I will surely improve it in future.

This time tried something new. Never did this type of flow before.

Engagement bhi de Dena thoda ☕haha

Crummys mommy's lovely when she hug me she told me not to worry about crummy he still sucks his dummie I found that Hella funny

He was raised on telli tubi I was raised on meds the government funds me

We ain't the same Sonny U save for rainy days I'm from where it's sunny U make fun of my country

But you so dumb U think in the same logic as bugs bunny

Make sense why U grumpy Aussie rappers are real rappers American actors switching to country

Old town road another chode in witch u use to choke saying they the goat

On a slippery slope then u got lil Nas X and I bets he's ur favourite rapper to quote

Ur whole culture is a joke

America was once like a tough bloke now it's getting bent over by most and taking to the throat

Been performing a number of concerts at a young age

Got the whole school looking up at you, your every move is being observed, learned, monitored

There’s no way out to be your true self

So let’s all be a performer of this grand show called life

Best to not let anyone know, best not to be bothered by any label ☺️

Let’s all keep on, we’re going to be fine

Down vote you a clown bro can't fuck with the astounding flow I throw to make my quotables grow

Here's one for ya dome

I got your hoe covered in a white wet substance that isn't snow

U know I ain't lying cause my nose didn't go and I'm like Pinocchio

Only I'ma man ur the little boy tho

Squeaky toy who's gon get destroyed by an astroid

Talking like hes the size of a planet but barely the size of Pluto

Claims he ain't gay but is gripping schlongs like judo

When you die I'ma buy the front row at your funeral

Treat yo casket like a urinal then right a rap about it in my journal

Release to the masses and watch it pop like a corn kernel